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 you 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



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



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

He was only eleven

So he climbed to the top with outstretched arms

And he screamed at the top of his lungs



Move out of 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

Cuz X marks the spot




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