Lyrics: br br Comin' at ya like a whirlwind br A hundred miles an hour's where we'll begin br I spy the eye of apprehension br Show me risk and you'll get my attention br Come on, can you take it br Bang to the bip; I make ya wanna flip br Take my trip and you can bust your lip br I never fear 'cause I live fearless br Don't even think for a second you can get with this br Come on, I never fake it, come on br These are extreme, extreme days br We're livin' in extreme days br These are extreme, extreme days br We're livin' in extreme days br I'm a freak from the burbs of the chocolate city br Luther Jackson was my middle br Pine Ridge my elementary br School of hip hop 1979 br And Sugar Hill had the skills that taught me to rhyme br Got hip to Kiss and I tripped on Zeppelin br So Mr. Therapist-Why did I go this direction br God had a plan to end all my schemes br I had a dream He said to be...