Comin' at ya a whirlwind A miles an hour's where's we'll begin I spy the eye of Show me risk and you'll get my
Come on, can ya it?
Bang to the bip I ya wanna flip Take my and you can bust your lip I never fear 'cause I fearless Don't even think for a you can get with this
Come on, I fake it on
These are extreme, days We're livin', livin', we're livin' in extreme days are extreme, extreme days We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme
I'm a freak from the of the chocolate city Luther Jackson was my middle, Ridge, my elementary of hip hop 1979 And Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
Got hip to and I tripped on Zeppelin So Mr. Therapist, why did I go this God had a to end all my schemes I had a dream, he said to be
Come on, can ya it
These are extreme, days We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days These are extreme, days We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme
Nobody's nobody's stoppin' Nobody's 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 he did? He stacked from the floor to the ceiling
Said about tryin' to get to Heaven He was eleven But he to the top with outstretched arms And he screamed at the top of his
Move out my way, out the mic X to me is extremely up in me, like it or not Put an X on my 'cuz X marks the spot
These are extreme, days These are extreme, days These are extreme, extreme
We're livin', we're livin', we're in extreme days 'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days