Me Myself & I

DOVE:   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 ain't
make-beleive People say I sit and try But whan it comes to being De La It's
just  me  myself  and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I

POS:   Now  you  tease my Plug One style And my Plug One spectacles You say
Plug  One  and  Two are hippies No, we're not, that's pure Plug bull Always
pushing  that we've formed an image There's no need to lie When it comes to
being  Plug  One  It's  just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's
just me myself and I It's just me myself and I

DOVE:  Proud, I'm 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 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  can't  deny Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie And from me
myself  and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just
me myself and I

POS:  Glory, glory hallelu Glory for Plugs One and TwoBut that glory's been
denied By kizids and dookie eyes People think they dis my person By stating
I'm  darkly  pack  I know this so I point at Q-Tip And he states, 'Black is
Black'Mirror mirror on the wall, Shovel chestnuts in my path Please keep on
up  with the nuts So I don't get in aftermath But if I do I'll calmly punch
them  In the fourth day of July'Cause they tried to mess with Third degree,
that's  me myself and I It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I It's just me myself and I


Say No Go

POS:   Now  let's  get  right  on down to the skit A baby is brought into a
world  of  pits And if it could've talked that soon In the delivery room It
would've asked the nurse for a hit The reason for this?The mother is a jerk
Excuse me, Junkie Which brought the work of the old Into a new light What a
way  But this what a way Has been a way of today Anyway Push couldn't shove
me to understand a path to a basehead Consumer should erase it in the first
wave  But  second  wave  forms believers And believers will walk to it then
even  talk  to  it and say...  (You got the body now you want my soul) Nah,
can't have none of that, tell 'em what to say Mase...  SAY NO GO

DOVE:  Nah, no my brother No my sister Try to get hip to this Word, word to
the  mother  I'll  tell  the  truth  so bear my witness Fly like birds of a
feather Drugs are like Pleather You don't wanna wear it No need to ask that
question, just don't mention You know what the answer is...

POS:   Now I never fancied Nancy But the statement she made held a plate of
weight I even stressed it to Wade

DOVE:   Did  he take any heed?  POS:  Nah, the boy was hooked, you could've
phrased the word "Base" And the kid just shook In his fashion class once an
A  now  an F The rock rules him now The only designs left Were once clothes
made  for Oshkosh Has converted to nothing but stonewash DOVE:  Now hopping
in  a  barrel  is  a barrel of fun But don't hop in if you want to be down,
son'  Cause that could mean down and out as an action What does it lead to?
Dum-da-dum-dum  People  say what have I done for all my years My tears show
my  hard-earned  work  I heard shoving is worse than pushing But I'd rather
know  a  shover  than  a  pusher'  Cause  a  pusher's a jerk SAY NO GO POS:
Believe  it  or  not  the plot forms a fee more that charity But the course
doesn't  coincide  with  the ride of insanity Is it a chant that slants the
soul to fill for it?  I know it's the border that flaunts the order to kill
for it DOVE:  Standing, scheming on a young one Taking his time, eight-ball
for  a  cool pool player Racked it all, tried to break, miscued Got beat by
the  boy in blue Next day you're out by the spot once more Looking hard for
a crack in the hole I ask what's the fix for the ill stuff Word to the Dero
The  answer  should  have  been no POS:  Run me a score from the Funky Four
Plus  One  More(It's the joint!) Rewind that back This is the age for a new
stage  of  fiend Watch how the junkies scream It's the crack Plain is plain
it  should  explain  it from the start Behind the ideals of cranking up the
heart  Now the base claim's shot over every part SAY NO GO DON"T EVEN THINK
ABOUT IT SAY NO GO SAY NO GO