Låttexter: DC Talk. Solo. Extreme Days.

Comin' at ya like a whirlwind
A hundred miles an hour's where's 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 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', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin', we're livin', 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

These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days

Nobody's stoppin'
Just nobody's stoppin'
Nobody's stoppin'
And that's the bottom, bottom, bottom line

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 the ceiling

Said somethin' about tryin' 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 out 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

These are extreme, extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days
These are extreme, extreme days

We're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days
'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days
'Cause we're livin', we're livin', we're livin' in extreme days