We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
Coming at you like a whirl wind
A hundred miles an hour is where we'll begin
I spy the eye of apprehension
Show me risk and you'll get my attention
Come on
Can't take it
Bang to my bip
I make you wanna flip
Take my trip
and you can bust your lip
I never fear cause I live fearless
Don't even think for a second you can get with this
Come on
I never fake it
Come on
These are extreme,extreme days
We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
These are extreme,extreme days
We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
Luther Jackson was my middle Pine Ridge my elementary
School of hip-hop 1979
And Sugarhill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
I got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zepplin
So Mr. Therapist why did I go this direction
God had a plan
To end all my schemes
I had a dream
He said to be
Extreme
Come on (aahhh)
Can't take it
These are extreme,extreme days
We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
These are extreme,extreme days
We're living, We're living, We're living 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 the ceiling
Said something about trying to get to Heaven
He was only eleven
But he climbed to the top
With outstretched arms
And he screamed at the top of his lungs
Move out the way
Give up the mic
X for me is extremely Christ
Living up in me
Like it or not
Put an X on my chest
Because X marks the spot
We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
These are extreme,extreme days
We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
These are extreme,extreme days
We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
We're living, We're living, We're living in extreme days
