Prod. by Darrell "Dizzy-D" Fields. Feat. VibeBrainy-M. (2d verse). Facebook.com/cvofromthemo
C. Vo is a brand new, young rap lyricist from Missouri City (The Mo.), Texas whose dirty south style merges old school hip hop fun with modern lyrical soph
C. Vo has been rapping since the tender age of 14 when he discovered a tape of old songs and unfinished beats his uncle Darrell "Dizzy D" Fields recorded over 15 years ago. Immediately C. Vo began to write original lyrics to the instrumentals. After all of the beats were used, he began recording to original beats produced by some of the sickest producers in the business.
Story behind the song
Everyone in the world needs validation. @cvofromthemo
Lyrics
Validation, appreciation, I do it for my city and the Fantom Nation / whole team top flight we in migration. On cloud nine, high elevation /
Their hateration's my motivation, no time for that, we don't have the patience / another day, another dollar-- same narration, not talking dividends end the conversation.
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Yeah, we just took off like levitation, no cancellation into constellations / looking down on the whole world's population.
My observation is their conversations focus too much on my business administration.
But, we don't throw jabs, move in combination / cause there's never been a we in isolation
And it's still about the process, not the destination. / I'ma get it right now, no procrastination
My concentration's on denominations. It's the key in this world to participation.
Drake spit it right, yeah no new friends / my patience's thin, too many opinions / trying to tell you how to go, where they've never been.
Critics like sheep, they should end the conjecture / I'm 'bout to silence these lambs like Hannibal Lechter!
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It's a catastrophe, the game is in atrophy, I don't need a trophy, all I need is philanthropy.
With no apologies to the powers that be / May they R.I.P. to the OMG!
Big, Tupac, and L, they never took home a Grammy, so if the fans understand me, I don't care if they ban me.
No academy nominee, they can keep the endorsement / who died and left these bastards raps law enforcement.
A sordid assortment, has the game in this torment / blood sucking leeches 'til it's still and dormant and hip hop, excrement is all that's left to lament.
It is this I resent, that's why I still represent / maximum, to the fullest, to the 100th percent.
And my only validation's coming straight from the streets and these rappers are sweet, they be retweetin' for beats, / Never worked at Footlocker, I ain't tasted defeat.
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I used to worry about how I worry about my fanbase too much / Now, I'd trade a million Youtube hits for a single fan I touched.
Or just one brush with more than one crush / That's late night, just one bust.
And I don't really know if we're on the cusp, I have more than just a few issues with trust.
And angels fear to tread where fools rush, but a bird in hand is worth 2 in the bush / This thing is bigger than the both of us.
So, if we can't have love, let's settle for lust / and worry about the rest when we're ash & dust.
Like cremation, since creation, good love gives man validation / stand up! give your boy an ovation.
