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[Chris]
Ok I'm from the Go so she say I'm cold as the winter wind. Seen my stock trends so winning's what she's investing in. Waiting on her dividends but I figure since she aint just in for dollars, cents, its only sense to take them chips and cash em in. Sitting at the table with my winnings. Women see the kid. Homies told me roll again. Its flashing lights, I'm shaking dice. We cheating death to chase the life. These freaks is fuckin on sight. I'm six-five and hot baby it just ain't fahrenheit. But I can't fuck up the game. Right. Take the chips cash 'em in. But before this chapter ends, I'll live it thru this verse again. State to state with broads gettin it in quickly changes to calculating exchange rates when getting in from abroad. Tally every expense. Its all there in dollars and cents. Damn, does this really exist? I mean Is this dream actually reality? Pinch myself. Pain only serves to remind me that I'm glad I'm me.

[Dave]
Ok I'm from the chi, so I do it for the windy. All the same, abbreviated. all the pain alleviated. All the games, we done played it. patient. paid them dues. prayin, Put it in gods hands, impatient, took it in our hands, done playing. No Adele, chasing pavement. got no deal, chasing placement, Paper, paycheck, paintings, paper plate on wheels. Superficial, but that's real and these hoes aint. See she aint buy my protools, So I can't buy her pronails. Bitch, no thanks. Trade pussy for her toe paint? My people get yo standard up. Show me to my seat? Ima grown ass man, nigga I pee standing up. Took my future in my own hands, aint no pun intended. Live large, hit hoes and die young. Well, that one I meant it. Tell em what they told me: “Yall shit cool ima call you back.” “Yall gotta hit them open mics.” “Beats go hard but them boys can't rap.” Bet. So we gave em that. They got they fix they came right back. Made em itch, cocaine to crack. Damn it feels good getting paid to rap.

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from The Manhattan Project, track released September 7, 2010
(C. Butler, D. Giles, E. Dillard). Beat by The Neptunes. Recorded by the paxtons, New York, NY. Mixed by Ben Lindell at Smash Studios, New York, NY. Spoken Vocals by Sleep E. “Champion” Interpolates “Champion” by The Clipse.

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In an industry where perception routinely trumps reality, it’s easy to confuse instantaneous buzz with enduring success. Deriving their name from the block on the south side of Chicago where they were born and raised, The Paxtons strive to create timeless, genre-bending music that innovates without regard to the latest trends. ... more

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