im not a player i throw up a lot!nnI KNOW!nnthe wicked walk amongst usnand you dont know me that wellnprolly shouldnt trust the story i tellnbut im speak it how i saw it cuz i call you my friend nso take a drink from the gauntlet and sit down withnonce upon a time before gas masks at schoolnback when cash was the golden rulenthere were two superheroes trying to bring love to the earthnone was Slug, the other one was Murs,nthe team, S&M, not for sado masochism nbut trying to save the innocent from the masters prisonnairwaves disaster ridden wear masks for a livingnand we make dope song the task we were givenntry to air out the mainstream, brainwashed zombiesnwho wanna smoke blunts and live with their mommiesntwo mouths to feed no urge to succeedncuz the music dont inspire him to go and take the fees sonlets hit the streets, catch bullets with our teethnget the kitten out the tree, bring evil to its kneesnclean this mouth out with bleach and send it on its waynbring the children a better daynso they can go out and play and dont have to be playersnnow the music is so cold that they listening with layersnwe try to warm them up, gamma blast through the speakersncuz we leaders of the new, how about a silent seekersnwe try to knock the weak, with fire arms and heat seekersnghettos blasters in the wristncombat evil with some wax in our fist on tracks we dont miss on ***nwhos the team that can be dissed?nnits the twonits the twonthe twonits the twonnnow day in, day out, we fought continous boutsnat every corner of the world where we heard evil shoutnhearts filled with courage, bank accounts filled with doubtnbut we gotta find a way to make it all balance outnnow even heroes gotta eat, put fuel in the tummynso it started gettin real when the two ran out of moneynand if you saw them you wouldnt be able to tellndid a fine job saving mankind from hellnwell we saved the world and brought joy to the massesnbut couldnt save ourselves from the government and taxesnthen the Justice League said we had to pay duesnand when we couldnt ante up, they kicked us out the crewnnow in the hood there were a few that appreciate the saganbut didnt have the ends to fund this armadanso now we were the two with no HQ and open to attack from every wack crewnand then the fateful day came, could it be?, that the two had been beatndo they face defeat, overcooked time to climb out of the booknhad to grasp let go lost grip when it got shook nthe magic cadillac eats a lot of gas, rent and foodnthe two had no cash so they had to get jobs at a record storenand everything went back to how it was before they were the two!nnwe were the twonkeepers of the wisdom and powernwhere are the twonnow its up to younkeepers of the wisdom and powernnand the moral to our stupid little song isnit doesnt matter whos the smartest or the strongestnlove aint enough for anyone to see it throughnso make all checks and money orders payable to who?nnThe two!nits the twonkeepers of the wisdom and powernthe twonits the two