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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 bip I make ya wanna flip Take my trip and you can bust to your lip I never fear 'cause I live fearless Don't even think for a second you can get with this (chorus) 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 burbs of the chocolate city Luther Jackson was my middle Pine Ridge my elementary School of hip hope 1979 And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme SongtexteGot hip to KISS and I tripped on Zeppelin 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 (repeat chorus) Just the other day I saw kid Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid You know what else he did? [What?] He stacked books from the floor to the ceiling Said something about 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 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 (repeat chorus 2x) Aus Songtexte Mania