Comin' at ya like a A hundred miles an where's we'll begin I spy the eye of me risk and you'll get my attention
Come on, can ya it?
Bang to the bip I make ya flip Take my and you can bust your lip I never 'cause I live fearless Don't think for a second you can get with this
Come on, I fake it on
These are extreme, extreme We're livin', livin', we're livin' in extreme days These are extreme, extreme We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in days
I'm a from the burbs of the chocolate city Luther was my middle, Pine Ridge, my elementary of hip hop 1979 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 said to be
Come on, can ya it
These are extreme, extreme We're livin', livin', we're livin' in extreme days These are extreme, extreme livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days
Nobody's nobody's stoppin' Nobody's 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 else he He stacked books from the to the ceiling
Said somethin' about tryin' to get to 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 Livin' up in me, it or not Put an X on my chest 'cuz X the spot
These are extreme, extreme These are extreme, extreme These are extreme, days
We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme 'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme 'Cause livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days