Comin' at ya like a A hundred miles an hour's where's we'll I spy the eye of Show me risk and you'll get my
Come on, can ya it?
to the bip I make ya wanna flip Take my trip and you can your lip I never fear 'cause I live Don't think for a second you can get with this
Come on, I never it on
These are extreme, days We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days These are extreme, days We're livin', livin', we're livin' in extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate Luther Jackson was my middle, Pine Ridge, my of hip hop 1979 And Sugar had the skills that taught me to rhyme
Got hip to Kiss and I on Zeppelin So Mr. Therapist, why did I go direction? God had a to end all my schemes I had a dream, he said to be
on, can ya take it
These are extreme, days We're livin', we're livin', livin' in extreme days These are extreme, extreme We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days
Nobody's Just nobody's stoppin' And that's the bottom, bottom, bottom
Just the day I saw a kid Who his hat to the back and he called it a lid You know what he did? He stacked books the floor to the ceiling
Said about tryin' to get to Heaven He was eleven But he climbed to the top outstretched arms And he at the top of his lungs
Move out my way, out the mic X to me is Christ Livin' up in me, it or not Put an X on my chest 'cuz X the spot
These are extreme, days are extreme, extreme days These are extreme, extreme
We're livin', we're livin', livin' in extreme days 'Cause we're livin', we're livin', livin' in extreme days 'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme