Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me, mirror, what is wrong?
Can it be my De La clothes
Or is it just my de la song?
What I do ainât make-beleive
People say I sit and try
But whan it comes to being De La
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Now you tease my plug one style
Where my plug one spectacles
You say plug one and two are hippies
No, weâre not, thatâs pure plug bull
Always pushing that weâve formed an image
Thereâs no need to lie
When it comes to being plug one
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Proud, Iâm proud of what I am
Poems I speak are plug two type
Please oh please let plug two be
Himself, not what you read or write [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/d/de_la_soul/me_myself_i_oblapos_mode.html ]
Right is wrong when hype is written
On the soul, De La that is
Style is surely our own thing
Not the false disguise of showbiz
De La Soul is from the soul
And this fact I canât deny
Strictly from the DAN called Stuckie
And from me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Glory, glory Hallelu
Glory for plugs one and two
But that gloryâs been denied
By kizids and dookie eyes
People think they dis my person
By stating Iâm darkly pack
I know this so I point at Q-tip
And he states, âBlack is blackâ
Mirror mirror on the wall
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Please keep on up with the nuts
So I donât get in aftermath
But if I do Iâll calmly punch them
In the fourth day of July
âCause they tried to mess with Third Degree
Thatâs me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Itâs just me myself and I
Songwriters: JOLICOEUR, DAVID / MASON, VINCENT / MERCER, KELVIN / HUSTON, PAUL / TILMON, ABRIM JR / CLINTON, GEORGE / WYNN, PHILLIPPE / BIRDSONG, EDWIN