We're livin' in extreme days
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Comin' at ya like a whirlwind
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A hundred miles an hour's where we'll begin
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I spy the eye of apprehension
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Show me risk and you'll get my attention
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Come on, can ya take it
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Bang to the bip I make ya wanna flip
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Take my trip and you can bust your lip
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I never fear 'cause I live fearless
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Don't even think for a second you can get with this
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(CHORUS)
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Come on, I never fake it, come on
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These are extreme, extreme days
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We're livin' in extreme days
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These are extreme, extreme days
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We're livin' in extreme days
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I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city
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Luther Jackson was my middle
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Pine Ridge my elementary
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School of hip-hop 1979
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And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme
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Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin
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So Mr. therapist - why did I go this direction?
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God had a plan to end all my schemes
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I had a dream He said to be...Extreme!
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Come on, can ya take it...
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(REPEAT CHORUS)
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(RAP)
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Just the other day I saw a kid
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Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid
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You know what else he did?
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He stacked books from the floor to the ceiling
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Said somethin' about tryin' to get to heaven
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He was only eleven
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So he climbed to the top with outstretched arms
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And he screamed at the top of his lungs
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(these are extreme...)
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Move out the way
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give me the mic
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X to me is extremely Christ
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Livin' up in me
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Like it or not
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Put an X on my chest
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Cuz X marks the spot
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(REPEAT CHORUS)
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Extreme Days
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