DOVE:Mirror, mirror on the wallTell me, mirror, what is wrong?Can
it be my De La clothesOr is it just my De La song?What I do
ain't make-beleivePeople say I sit and tryBut whan it comes
to being De LaIt's just me myself and IIt's just me
myself and IIt's just me myself and IIt's just me
myself and IPOS:Now you tease my Plug One styleAnd my Plug One
spectaclesYou say Plug One and Two are hippiesNo, we're
not, that's pure Plug bullAlways pushing that we've
formed an imageThere's no need to lieWhen it comes to being
Plug OneIt's just me myself and IIt's just me myself
and IIt's just me myself and IIt's just me myself and
IDOVE:Proud, I'm proud of what I amPoems I speak are Plug
Two typePlease oh please let Plug Two beHimself, not what you
read or writeRight is wrong when hype is writtenOn the Soul, De
La that is,Style is surely our own thingNot the false disguise
of showbizDe La Soul is from the soulAnd this fact I can't
denyStrictly from the Dan called StuckieAnd from me myself and
IIt's just me myself and IIt's just me myself and
IIt's just me myself and IPOS:Glory, glory halleluGlory for
Plugs One and TwoBut that glory's been deniedBy kizids and
dookie eyesPeople think they dis my personBy stating I'm
darkly packI know this so I point at Q-TipAnd he states,
'Black is Black'Mirror mirror on the wall,Shovel
chestnuts in my pathPlease keep on up with the nutsSo I
don't get in aftermathBut if I do I'll calmly punch
themIn the fourth day of July'Cause they tried to mess
withThird degree, that's me myself and IIt's just me
myself and IIt's just me myself and IIt's just me
myself and IIt's just me myself and I
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