im not a player i throw up a lot!      I KNOW!      the wicked walk amongst us   and you dont know me that well   prolly shouldnt trust the story i tell   but im speak it how i saw it cuz i call you my friend    so take a drink from the gauntlet and sit down with   once upon a time before gas masks at school   back when cash was the golden rule   there were two superheroes trying to bring love to the earth   one was Slug, the other one was Murs,   the team, S&M, not for sado masochism    but trying to save the innocent from the masters prison   airwaves disaster ridden wear masks for a living   and we make dope song the task we were given   try to air out the mainstream, brainwashed zombies   who wanna smoke blunts and live with their mommies   two mouths to feed no urge to succeed   cuz the music dont inspire him to go and take the fees so   lets hit the streets, catch bullets with our teeth   get the kitten out the tree, bring evil to its knees   clean this mouth out with bleach and send it on its way   bring the children a better day   so they can go out and play and dont have to be players   now the music is so cold that they listening with layers   we try to warm them up, gamma blast through the speakers   cuz we leaders of the new, how about a silent seekers   we try to knock the weak, with fire arms and heat seekers   ghettos blasters in the wrist   combat evil with some wax in our fist on tracks we dont miss on ***   whos the team that can be dissed?      its the two   its the two   the two   its the two      now day in, day out, we fought continous bouts   at every corner of the world where we heard evil shout   hearts filled with courage, bank accounts filled with doubt   but we gotta find a way to make it all balance out   now even heroes gotta eat, put fuel in the tummy   so it started gettin real when the two ran out of money   and if you saw them you wouldnt be able to tell   did a fine job saving mankind from hell   well we saved the world and brought joy to the masses   but couldnt save ourselves from the government and taxes   then the Justice League said we had to pay dues   and when we couldnt ante up, they kicked us out the crew   now in the hood there were a few that appreciate the saga   but didnt have the ends to fund this armada   so now we were the two with no HQ and open to attack from every wack crew   and then the fateful day came, could it be?, that the two had been beat   do they face defeat, overcooked time to climb out of the book   had to grasp let go lost grip when it got shook    the magic cadillac eats a lot of gas, rent and food   the two had no cash so they had to get jobs at a record store   and everything went back to how it was before they were the two!      we were the two   keepers of the wisdom and power   where are the two   now its up to you   keepers of the wisdom and power      and the moral to our stupid little song is   it doesnt matter whos the smartest or the strongest   love aint enough for anyone to see it through   so make all checks and money orders payable to who?      The two!   its the two   keepers of the wisdom and power   the two   its the two