Extreme Days 歌词

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 hip, I make you wanna flip Take my trip and you can bust your lip I never fear 'cause I am 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 ya 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 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