Lyrics
We're livin' We're livin
We're livin in extreme days
Comin' at you 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 you 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 burbes
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 can you take it
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 the ceiling
Said somethin about
Trying to get to heaven
And he was only eleven
But 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
We're livin' we're livin'
These are extreme extreme days
These are extreme extreme days
These are extreme extreme days
We're livin' We're livin'
We're livin' in extreme days
We're livin' We're livin'
We're livin' in extreme days
We're livin' We're livin'
We're livin' in extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
Extreme days
We're livin in extreme days
Comin' at you 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 you 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 burbes
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 can you take it
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 the ceiling
Said somethin about
Trying to get to heaven
And he was only eleven
But 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
We're livin' we're livin'
These are extreme extreme days
These are extreme extreme days
These are extreme extreme days
We're livin' We're livin'
We're livin' in extreme days
We're livin' We're livin'
We're livin' in extreme days
We're livin' We're livin'
We're livin' in extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
Extreme days