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I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry He brought me up out of my pit Out of the miry clay I will sing, sing a new song I will sing, sing a new song How long to sing this sing? How long to sing this song? How long...how long...how long How long...to sing this song He placed my feet upon is rock And made my footsteps so firm Many could see Many could see and fear I will sing, sing a new song I will sing, sing a new song How long to sing this sing? How long to sing this song? How long...how long...how long How long...to sing this song |
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| 2. |
| 4:12 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:39 |
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| 4. |
| 3:51 |
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| 5. |
| 3:47 |
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| 6. |
| 3:47 |
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| 7. |
| 3:50 |
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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 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-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 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 So he climbed to the top with outstretched arms And he screamed at the top of his lungs (these are extreme...) Move out the way give me 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) |
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