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 BURGHS 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   But 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