Verse1
I'm juss fifteen years old/ In a Southside
country that's never cold/
Evryday my mama scolds/ me for not workin
and shit/ But all I can think of is this rappin and shit/
I juss joined in this game/ My rhymes
may be lame/ I'm Nowhere near the fame/ Tryin to be an MC/
I ain't no tupac wannabe/ I'm gonna
be myself/ so throw them old cd's off ur shelf/ cause kza has arrived/
His up and ALIVE!/ Now I'm not alone/
Got my nigga Daz and his tommy cologne/ Floggin hardcore gear that runs
chills up his bones/
And there's mike/ U never know when
he strikes/ throwin flows as easy as ridin a bike/
Haul is our GZa / A genius unlike me,
tha kza/ Andy and God the wise ones/ Judgin our flows like this small sized
one/ Smilez is always happy/
And tha people in #rap are mostly crappy/
Join thug_devotion/ there's heaps of comotion/ and i'm gettin heaps emotion-al/
R.i.p that nigga pac/ and i pray for
him in the dark/ Puffy, fuck you/ u ain't no match for tha west wit ur
fake-ass crew/
Ur gonna be in Strife/ nigga, cause
this is MO's Life.
Chorus
(to the beat of 'FRIDAY's
Chorus by Dr.DRE)
krayziemo's life, this is fuckin krayziemo's
life, yeah, yeah,. (repeat)
Verse2
Now away from tha net/ I watch some tennis
for a couple of sets/ then i go out and shoot some bball/
tryin be like mike, only on mo's floor/
spinnin and doin moves/ remindin me of hiphop grooves/
Then my mama comes out PO'ed/ Now she
wants me to pay the money I owed/ her and where was I gonna get that loot?/
I was savin up for a brand new fucken
suit/ she was bout to gimme tha boot/ So i gave her the saved up cash/
Relievin my stress, i got high and crashed/
I wanted to stay high/ waved good-bye/ to my mate/ Went home and met my
fate/
smellin like fags/ Dad ripped off my
rags/ grabbed a belt/ then i felt/ the whippin/ and rippin/ of my skin/
I didnt realise my sin/
y weren't I allowed to be high/ I asked
this guy/ And 'this guy' replied wit more whippin and rippin of my rear/
after that sitting down was my fear/
i couldn;t go near/ a seat/ my ass was beat/ so my bum became neat/ i could
only stand on my feet/
In Mo's Life.
Chorus
Verse3
I wanna be an Mc/ i tells my dad see/
and he juss shakes his head/ and i was juss sent to bed/
Y, cause i'm yellow?/ I bellowed/ he
juss nodded/ so sadly i prodded/ my door/ laid on the floor/
thinked for a while/ didn't wanna smile/
got up, into my bed/ prayed and sed/ I wanna be known as an MC/
not as a biter, but as an original me!/
I couldn't sleep/ looked at my girl Val's photo i keep/ on my wall/ not
big, but it ain;t small/
I haven't talked wit her for days/ She
must be kept at bay/ I thought/ for that expensive watch she bought/
bored/ dad snored/ so i sneaked in my
sis;s room/ wit the shinin light of tha moon/ in the background/ i went
in witout a sound/
turn on tha pc/ and try to be an MC/
writin up these rhymes/ finding words in my mind/ typin quietly and silently/
thinking while my dad snores violently!/
have i passed the test?/ to attempt
the best/ and beat the rest/ at this MC fest?/ Well it's upto u/
remember the name people call me mokoo/
to u it's krayziemo/ and even though/ i am also called kza and mo/
juss know the words/ i wanna beat them
rhymin nerds/ it's krayziemo's first song/ And some parts may be wrong/
But u can still sing along/ this song
belongs/ to krayziemo who's holdin a kitchen knife!!??/ oh, well that's
part of mo's fuckin life.
Chorus
(repeat until fade)