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I clear my throat before I grab the mic
I need uno momentoug-uhThen cynics gonna ride me like a pinto No resentment do you comprehend my innuendo You still can't leave the party til you drop your crucial info But Am I jaded in assuming that you're simply bound to do me Like them other lyricists who's message ain't so gloomy Pan my positivity cause love has let you down But if they taste the love you tasted They'd be making sweeter sounds, |
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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 attentionCome on, can you take it Bang to the bip; I make ya wanna flip Take my trip and you can bust your lipI never fear 'cause I live fearless Don't even think for a second you can get with thisCome 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 daysI'm a freak from the birds 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 rhymeGot 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...extremeCome 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 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 ceiling Said somethin' bout trying 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 lungsMove out of 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 |
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| 2:03 | 
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