D.C. Talk – Extreme Days lyrics

We're livin' in extreme days

Comin' at ya like a whirlwind
I spy the eye of apprehension
Show me risk and you'll get my attention
A hundred miles an hour's where we'll begin

Come on, can ya 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
[Chorus:]
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
Come on, I never fake it, come on
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-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...

(Repeat chorus)
(Rap)
Just the other day I saw a kid
He stacked books from the floor to the ceiling
Who flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lid
Said somethin' about tryin' to get to heaven
You know what else he did?
He was only eleven
So he climbed to the top with outstretched arms
(these are extreme...)
And he screamed at the top of his lungs
Move out the way

X to me is extremely Christ
Give me the mic
Livin' up in me
Like it or not
Put an X on my chest
'cause X marks the spot
(Repeat chorus)