Comin' at ya like a A hundred miles an hour's where's begin I spy the eye of Show me risk and get my attention
Come on, can ya it?
Bang to the bip I ya wanna flip Take my trip and you can your lip I fear 'cause I live fearless Don't even for a second you can get with this
on, I never fake it on
These are extreme, days We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme These are extreme, extreme We're livin', we're livin', livin' in extreme days
I'm a from the burbs of the chocolate city Jackson was my middle, Pine Ridge, my elementary School of hip hop And Sugar Hill had the that taught me to rhyme
Got hip to and I tripped on Zeppelin So Mr. Therapist, why did I go this God had a plan to end all my I had a dream, he to be extreme
on, can ya take it
These are extreme, days We're livin', we're livin', we're in extreme days These are extreme, days We're livin', livin', we're livin' in extreme days
stoppin' Just nobody's stoppin' And the bottom, bottom, bottom line
the other day I saw a kid Who his hat to the back and he called it a lid You know what else he He stacked books the floor to the ceiling
somethin' about tryin' to get to Heaven He was eleven But he climbed to the top outstretched arms And he screamed at the top of his
Move out my way, out the mic X to me is extremely Livin' up in me, it or not Put an X on my chest 'cuz X marks the
These are extreme, days These are extreme, days These are extreme, days
We're livin', we're livin', we're in extreme days 'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days 'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days