We're livin' in extreme days Comin' at ya like a whirlwind
A hundred miles an hour's where we'll begin
I spy the eye of apprehension
Show me risk and you'll get my attention Come on, can you take it
Bang to the bip, I make ya wanna flip
Take my trip and you can bust your lip
Don't even think for a second you can get with this I never fear 'cause I live fearless Come on, I never fake it, come on
These are extreme, extreme days These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
I'm a freak from the birds of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge my elementary
Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
School of hip hop 1979
And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme So Mr. TherapistI had a dream He said to be.extreme God had a plan to end all my schemes
Come on, I never fake it, come on
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days Just the other day I saw a kid
Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid You know what else he did?
He stacked books from the floor to ceiling
Said somethin' bout trying to get to heaven
He was only eleven
So he climbed to the top with outstretched arms
And he screamed at the top of his lungs
Move out of my way Give up the mic
Livin up in me
X to me is extremely Christ
Like it or not
Put an X on my chest
Cuz X marks the spot.
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