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
ow 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
ow 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
ow 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
ow 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
ow 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