Extreme Days (Toby) – D.C. Talk – letras

We’re livin’ in extreme daysComin’ at ya like a whirlwindA hundred miles an hour’s where we’ll beginI spy the eye of apprehensionShow me risk and you’ll get my attentionCome on, can ya take itBang to the bip I make ya wanna flipTake my trip and you can bust your lipI never fear ’cause I live fearlessDon’t even think for a second you can get with this(CHORUS)Come on, I never fake it, come onThese are extreme, extreme daysWe’re livin’ in extreme daysThese are extreme, extreme daysWe’re livin’ in extreme daysI’m a freak from the burbs of the chocolate cityLuther Jackson was my middlePine Ridge my elementarySchool of hip-hop 1979And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhymeGot hip to Kiss and I tripped on ZeppelinSo Mr. therapist – why did I go this direction?God had a plan to end all my schemesI had a dream He said to be…Extreme!Come on, can ya take it…(REPEAT CHORUS)(RAP)Just the other day I saw a kidWho flipped his hat to the back and he called it a lidYou know what else he did?He stacked books from the floor to the ceilingSaid somethin’ about tryin’ to get to heavenHe was only elevenSo he climbed to the top with outstretched armsAnd he screamed at the top of his lungs(these are extreme…)Move out the waygive me the micX to me is extremely ChristLivin’ up in meLike it or notPut an X on my chestCuz X marks the spot(REPEAT CHORUS)www.tobymac.com