Comin' at ya like a A hundred miles an hour's where's we'll I spy the eye of Show me and you'll get my attention
on, can ya take it?
Bang to the bip I make ya wanna Take my trip and you can bust lip I never fear 'cause I fearless Don't even 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 extreme are extreme, extreme days We're livin', we're livin', livin' in extreme days
I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate 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 plan to end all my I had a dream, he said to be
Come on, can ya it
These are extreme, days We're livin', livin', we're livin' in extreme days are extreme, extreme days We're livin', livin', we're livin' in extreme days
stoppin' Just stoppin' stoppin' And the bottom, bottom, bottom line
Just the day I saw a kid Who flipped his hat to the back and he it a lid You know else he did? He books from the floor to the ceiling
Said about tryin' to get to Heaven He was eleven But he climbed to the top with 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
are extreme, extreme days These are extreme, days are extreme, extreme days
We're livin', we're livin', livin' 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