Comin' at ya like a whirlwindnA hundred miles an hour's where we'll beginnI spy the eye of apprehensionnShow me risk and you'll get my attentionnCome on, can you take itnBang to the bip; I make ya wanna flipnTake my trip and you can bust your lipnnI never fear 'cause I live fearlessnDon't even think for a second you can get with thisnnCome on, I never fake it, come onnThese are extreme, extreme daysnWe're livin' in extreme daysnThese are extreme, extreme daysnWe're livin' in extreme daysnnI'm a freak from the BURGHS of the chocolate citynLuther Jackson was my middlenPine Ridge my elementarynSchool of hip hop 1979nAnd Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhymennGot hip to Kiss and I tripped on ZeppelinnSo Mr. Therapist-Why did I go this directionnGod had a plan to end all my schemesnI had a dream He said to be...extremennCome on, I never fake it, come onnThese are extreme, extreme daysnWe're livin' in extreme daysnThese are extreme, extreme daysnWe're livin' in extreme daysnnJust the other day I saw a kidnWho flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lidnYou know what else he did?nHe stacked books from the floor to ceilingnSaid somethin' bout trying to get to heavennHe was only elevennBut he climbed to the top with outstretched armsnAnd he screamed at the top of his lungsnnMove out of my waynGive up the micnX to me is extremely ChristnLivin up in menLike it or notnPut an X on my chestnCuz X marks the spotn