Comin' at ya like a A hundred miles an where's we'll begin I spy the eye of Show me and you'll get my attention
Come on, can ya it?
Bang to the bip I ya wanna flip my trip and you can bust your lip I fear 'cause I live fearless Don't even for a second 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 These are extreme, extreme We're livin', we're livin', livin' in extreme days
I'm a freak the burbs of the chocolate city Jackson was my middle, Pine Ridge, my elementary School of hip hop And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to
Got hip to Kiss and I on Zeppelin So Mr. Therapist, why did I go direction? God had a plan to end all my I had a dream, he to be extreme
Come on, can ya it
These are extreme, extreme We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days are extreme, extreme days We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme
stoppin' Just stoppin' stoppin' And that's the bottom, bottom, line
Just the day I saw a kid Who flipped his hat to the and he called it a lid You know else he did? He stacked from the floor to the ceiling
Said somethin' tryin' to get to Heaven He was only But he climbed to the top with outstretched And he at the top of his lungs
Move out my way, out the mic X to me is Christ up in me, like it or not Put an X on my 'cuz X marks the spot
are extreme, extreme days These are extreme, extreme 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 extreme 'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're in extreme days