We're livin' in extreme days

Comin' at ya like a whirlwind

A hundred miles an hour's where we'll begin
I spy the eye of apprehension
Show me risk and you'll get my attention


Come on, can ya take it
Bang to the bip I make ya wanna flip

Take my trip and you can bust your lip

I never fear 'cause I live fearless

Don't even think for a second you can get with this

Come on, I never fake it, come on

These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days

We're livin' in extreme days

I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city

Luther Jackson was my middle
Pine Ridge my elementary
School of hip hop 1979

And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme

Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin

So Mr. Therapist, "Why did I go this direction?"
God had a plan to end all my schemes
I had a dream He said to be ... extreme


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Just the other day I saw a kid
Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid
You know what else he did?

He stacked books from the floor to ceiling
Said somethin' bout trying to get to heaven
And he was only eleven

So he climbed to the top with outstretched arms
And he screamed at the top of his lungs


Move out my way
Give up the mic
"X" to me is extremely Christ

Livin up in me
Like it or not
Put an "X" on my chest

'Cause X marks the spot