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Bout That Action (Seahawks Tribute)

"Vidi Vici"
Written & produced by Dom (Holiday) Small

VERSE I

Oh snap, goes her belt buckle
I work that cat ‘til I fuckin pull a back muscle
DJ Run it back like we’re out here breaking tackles
I’m breaking records, leave the record store in shambles

I Razzle dazzle ran so fast I travel past you
Built in ’86, I’ll battle rap you
when I rap like a mummy, reading rap books for Dummies

Is it money over bitches
when that ass looks so yummy, hunny?

It’s over baby, voice lessons from the fat lady
She’s into pussy too, heh crazy cat lady

You’ve cat to be kitten me, this shit’s gotta be written G!
He’s gotta be Harry Potter, man It’s probably wizardry

So get out my Lane Kifen, I’m driving like Blake Griffin
My mind on the rhyme, but nevermind cuz mines missin

They trip off hip hop, drunk chicks in flip flops
I’ll teach you how to ball girl, it’s all in the wristwatch! (tick tock)

CHORUS 

Meet me at the beach
White sand on our feet
In the panama reef
In the Panama reef
You and me, chief kief
Vidi vici !

VERSE II

One time for the time of day
And directions for the girl who couldn’t find her way
Two times if I can find a way
To describe in a rhyme what I’ve been dying to say

Three times for the rhymes that don’t quite make
Lying naked in my book of lines forsaken
Four times for the rhymes that do
Climb deep inside of you, til they creep inspire you
When the reaper’s been eyein’ you, deamons fienin’ to lie to you
We just cheifin, and drinkin’ like every weekend’s a party boo

Oh I didn’t even you smoke baby?
That’s dope, let a mother fucker know maybe

Let’s make your dad mad tonight
A vodka handle in the candle light
No, let’s make him REAL mad tonight
Like Mic on, tripod and the camera right?

CHORUS

Meet me at the beach, beach, beach
Wash the sand from our feet
In the panama reef
In the Panama reef
You and me, chief kief
Vidi vici !

(HOOK)

VERSE III

If I could cash all these rain checks you’re giving me
I’d buy some common sense and take back the shivalry
If they don’t let me return ‘em, probably forever be burnin’
What could have been or should have been 
will never ever be certain

If I’d have known that nice guys finish last
I’d set my clock bout five minutes fast
I’ll leave the toilet seat up, won’t let you roll the weed up
Put photos of only me up, but I’m not that!

Who I am is who I am
And who you are is who you are
And who we want to be, is just in reach
We push between the stars

And just between you and I,
This distance between you and I,
This resistance between you and I…
Do or die, two alumini, my aquemini, my Gemini, 
For a minute I, had forgotten what to say
Am I Russell Wilson, or just Wilson Cast Away
They say you learn to swim, or you had better learn to pray
So meet me a the beach, if you don’t have class today

(HOOK)

Vidi Vici (Panama Reef)

“I Can’t Stop”
Written & produced by Dom (Holiday) Small

CHORUS

I can’t stop remembering baby, when I layed with you
I can’t stop these images baby, can I lay with you?
It’s not deliberate baby, can I lay with you?
I ask god’s deliverance baby, and can I lay with you?

VERSE II

Lay with you, hang with you, 
Play with you, wanna bang with you
Can I come chase a little bit of fame with you
Can I come spark a little bit of flame with you, uhh

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Let him in, kick him out
Kiss a friend on the mouth
Spit venom, and you’re never gunna let him in
He’s better than the other men
But that’s just not what friendship’s about

Not, what friendship’s about
So pretentious and loud
So you pretend it’s just a friendship when your friends is around

HOOK

Not, what friendship’s about
So pretentious and loud
So you pretend it’s just a friendship

Real recognize real recognize real
And we will recognize the deal
Record-scratch is ill, for real

VERSE II

And we play ring around the rosey
Put a ring around her rosey finger
Pocket full of posey, cock it, lock it, Cupid pull that trigger
Drop it back and bomb it momma I’mma be your Roethlisnigga
She wanna lick the rapper, then tells her momma I’mma singer

I’mma sing, beautiful things
Then, I would sing anything, girl if you would believe me
I’mma sing, beautiful things
Girl, I would sing anything, if you would believe in me

HOOK

I’mma sing, beautiful things
Girl, I would sing anything, if you would believe in me

Real recognize real recognize real
And we will recognize the deal
Record-scratch is ill, for real

CHORUS

I can’t stop remembering baby, when I layed with you
I can’t stop these images baby, can I lay with you?
It’s not deliberate baby, can I lay with you?
I ask god’s deliverance baby, and can I lay with you?

VERSE III

Ya, I still wonder how you’re doing
I still wonder how you’re fairin’
You’ve already found a boo or livin’ life without a care and

I still wonder what you’re wearin’
Are you showin’ are they starin’
Are you tellin’ are you sharin’
Second thought, ain’t even carin’

Going harldy, poppin molly, poparazzi snap a picture
I’m with Devin in the Fiskar rollin’ heaven in a Swisher

HOOK

Going harldy, poppin molly, poparazzi snap a picture
I’m with Devin in the Fiskar rollin’ heaven in a Swisher

Real recognize real recognize real
And we will recognize the deal
Record-scratch is ill, for real

This one's for the record...
Written and produced by Dom (Holiday) Small...

CHOURS

I can’t stop remembering baby, when I layed with you
I can’t stop these images baby, can I lay with you
It’s not deliberate baby, can I lay with you
I ask god’s deliverance baby, and can I lay with you

I Can't Stop

VERSE 1
Skip to my lou, lit splif for two
Since you and me, always be me and you
We joined at hip hop, peas in an ipod
Grown ass kids drop a hundred at the thrift shop, swag

Hop in the whip, girl vin vin vin
Nah they ain’t chrome, that’s rin tin tin
But yo, I keep em clean tho, and no I don’t get d-bo’d
Trying to find the one, can a nigga get a free throw

The beat goes bump, as the heat goes up
We smoke blunts S-P-D, so what?
I been so high, come in for a landing
Just touched down, got me end zone dancing…

I been so handsome, cuz I been slow dancing
With the devil, and my pencil’s never been so savvy 
My pen so magic, my bent soul have it
I’ve been so at it even the addicts won’t have it

CHORUS
Please don’t bang on the window pane, we ain’t playin’ in the city of rain
It’s okay that legal strange, got me playin’ in a video game
The beat goes bang on the window pane, when we playin’ in the city of rain
Feelin okay that legal strange, it’s like my brain’s in a video game

VERSE 2
Half black, but that’s not the principle, 
they multiply the lies, try and divide the individual, 
the government’s a loaded gun handled by a criminal, 
he’s a - dope boy cuz home boy was too difficult, 

medicinal envision though a world for these kids to grow, 
envision though a home for the kids to go, listen though
envision oppositions all positions I can list ‘em though
Then I gather all my niggas on a mission I’ll enlist ‘em yo

I’d gather all my brothers and my sisters, they’re in prison though
A victim of the system, sure do miss ‘em, should have written,though
Either that or in a funeral, they scatter when they shootin’ loc
When they rat-atat-atat-atated, I just sat up in the studio

I just wanted to be a super hero, and solve the world’s problems
But black men can’t be batmen, so fuck him and robin
I try to show old white folks, skin color ain’t the problem
But the media, tells them different
So fuck it, I’ll just rob ‘em…

CHORUS
Please don’t bang on the window pane, we ain’t playin’ in the city of rain
It’s okay that legal strange, got me playin’ in a video game
The beat goes bang on the window pane, when we playin’ in the city of rain
Feelin okay that legal strange, it’s like my brain’s in a video game

HOOK

VERSE 3
Can a nigga get a free throw, a beat though, for free though
I get it on the cheap, I get my weed rolled in Chico
So keep it on the d-low, didn’t get that shit from me ho
Keep it from the popo creeper peekin’ through the fuckin peep hole

Hide under the steeple, evil’s creepin on the speaker
We won’t leave the streets until my people are equal
Snitch said, Mitch caught a body ‘bout a week ago…
Dumb shit, I’d rather party ‘til the speakers blow…

CHORUS 2x
Please don’t bang on the window pane, we ain’t playin’ in the city of rain
It’s okay that legal strange, got me playin’ in a video game
The beat goes bang on the window pane, when we playin’ in the city of rain
Feelin okay that legal strange, it’s like my brain’s in a video game


City Of Rain

"The Way You Do" Dom (Holiday) Small

I found this beat youtube, I didn’t like it at first
Love is funny that way, like when you fall off your bike and it hurts
Like Fuck you bike, ya fuck you bike, I’ll take a hike, I suck at life?, You suck at life! hey can I get a ride?

I write a verse and I get immersed
the snare hits and I get that burst
Fuck your pipe, fuck your ice, fuck that life, pass the mic
I’ve found hip-hop, ya I’ve got something worse

slack minded and bone idle,
swisher guts on an old bible
I spill my guts after an all nighter
I swallow my pride, and then the whole nyquil 

I don’t, need you
The way, you do
You hold yourself tight tonight
And I’ll owe you

You don’t, need me
The way, I do
I hold myself down alright
I love...

What does the fox say, what does the Baltimore cop say
How did the block respond, another rock gets thrown
Another shot condoned, that’s what FOX would say… 
It says young black boy, you’re not safe
You’re not big, and you’re not great
Your piss attitude, your shit grades

Well, Fuck you, I’ll make records sell like hot cakes, rock stage
I’m going in and I cannot wait, well okay!
I ‘m gunna spend and I will not save

Pop game, Got a whole generation Kanye’d
Stunner shades and palmade
Welcome to America that God made
(and I thought that  heard God say)

I don’t, need you
The way, you do
You hold yourself tight tonight
And I’ll owe you

You don’t, need me
The way, I do
I hold myself down alright
I love... you


The Way You Do

City Of Rain ft. Logic

Welcome to our city
It’s pronounced Cheney not Chaney, Dick
Caffine and alcohol, us Cheney kids live dangerous
Bush economy aimed at us

You must be smokin’ angel dust
Montana can not hang wit us, or bang wit us, they’re lame to us
They used to say we could not win, 
They used to say it can’t be done,

Now when you they Division 1, they don’t forget the “champion”
Welcome To Cheney the city of dreams
The city of dead ends and everything in between
I mean I’m from the 253 I’m in the 509 to study

I left my friends at home when I got here I found some buddies
I bought some books, I got some looks, I found some nooks and cranies
I met a girl who rocks my world, but please don’t tell her daddy
grabbin’ ass and passin class with a little bit of addy
Zips at 2 homie where were you? I stopped to puke and rally

Welcome to cheney
this place is so incredible, 
our streets are alphabetical, 
this town is unforgettable,
welcome to…

I wake up at a quarter past 8
Math in my backpack Starbucks drank
I show up at a quarter past late
With work in my backpack smirk on my face

Welcome to desert where it’s yellow in the summer
white in the winter, black charger undercover, eww
I hit the Taj, clerk charge me for a rubber
and a pack of swisher sweets for this Kushmas tree lover

CHENEY kings of the big sky come get high
Come out here and you’ll see why 
We loud, we proud, we ride or die
Sink or fly, stay synchronized

Grizzly meat with rings or fries?
The one’s the children idolize
We are, we are those other guys
We are those other guys
The one’s your children idolize
We are, we are those other guys
Surprise to a hater, disappointed disbelievers
Now you better pay attention like a fucking parking meter uhh

(Thanks to ESPN guy, Beau Levi-Mitchell, and Coach Beau Baldwin for vocal samples.)


Welcome 2 Cheney

Waltzing Matilda by Tatum for Paul Rohde

Hey, I'm Dom.

Add me on FB: www.facebook.com/HolidayHipHop

I'm from Federal Way, WA... between Seattle and Tacoma. Google it. I just graduated from Eastern Washington University with my bachelor's in Marketing. I do music. Mostly I do hip hop; I produce all my own tracks and my favorite aspect of the art is lyricism. Language is a beautiful gift that only us humans posses... why not enjoy it? My goal is to open a versatile recording studio in the Seattle area and eventually turn it into a full fledged record label. This first collection of songs (14 or so) is compiled onto my first album EVER, entitled "Written & Produced." 
 The rest are upcoming on my sophomore album to drop this fall most likely. Have a listen. Leave a comment. 
Thank you all.
Dom (Holiday) Small

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