Have you been listening to “Free Words” and thinking “damn, I wish I knew all the free words he said!”? Well today’s your lucky day!! Here are all the lyrics:

Free, style

When I speak, I wish it could be free.
All honesty
from deep within me.
Sincerity, humility,
clever brilliance, stated simply.
Wish I could speak my mind
with confidence every time the rhyme or reason or feeling inside is implied and understood.
But I’m not that good.
The work, the words, the effort I give in,
I hope I’m forgiven…
I find it difficult already to slip into a rhythm.
Mouth might keep moving, comes down to a system:
I listen and packed in my brain the boom-bap it goes wild and attacks, kinda like Randy Jackson when he needs a snack, wait I’m checkin my facts on that, OK I’m back.
How’d I get so off-track?
Got distracted on the Internet, cut me some slack.
Sounds are just trapped, no sense that they’re making.
The phrasing need translation for relatable statements,
if I could do that with no effort then I’d be amazing.
But I’m facing my limits,
Want this minute I’m finishing to prove I’m not a gimmick.
Don’t just mimic on Eminem, Macklemore or the rest of them,
there’s effort to my eloquence.
This is my testament.

Grabbin Rain

I wanna kill it making money
kids’ inheritance won’t ever end.
That’s good will hunting
Even though I’m no Matt Damon.
Got no children yet I’m hoping to be Raymond,
Syndication adds some dollars to the bottom of your statement.
Wanna be Like Mike,
Not Jordan, Mike and Molly.
Oh I’ve never tried that, if you’ve got some would you call me?
Wall-E with the ladies, garbage Pickar, seeking Eve.
The beard is wizard baby, ain’t no tricks up my sleeve.
Words turning you warg, you’re “Lycan”, see
that joke was Game of Thrones, so you know this ain’t Duck Dynasty.
No rivalry, I’m just me.
Though when my Hangover’s in Vegas I’m a fake and that’s just fine with me.
So give it up for Zach G.
Alifianakis.
Paving the way and now today I gat this.
Woke up from my nap and I have to find where cash is.
Not Clay,
Some day I’ll be grabbin the rain.

[Grabbin Rain]
If it’s so easy
[Grabbin Rain]
Where is my money?
[In the club, grabbin the rain
In the pub, grabbin the rain
Chill with Hef, grabbin the rain
Doin meth, grabbin the rain]

Coming out of nowhere don’t know where to begin.
You want a little drizzle? I’m not Storm from the X-Men.
Whether making it like Grisham, or if I’m the man like Dustin
There’s no metaphor suited for how my dented ass is bustin.
Cuz in poker I’m a joker on the side, and blind to bluffin.
Having me for dinner, I’m no turkey, I’ll be stuffin.
Cute like I’m a puffin.
So real I’m no MacGuffin
Never bite I ain’t McGruff and leave a mark on you like scuffin.
Nothing in my way, I’m slowly clearing a path.
May not be Singin’ in the Rain but I can still Make Em Laugh.
I craft raps on my bad back with a laugh track in mind.
Now get your hands up in the air like there’s some rain in the sky!

[Grabbin rain]
Can’t throw out my cash.
[Grabbin rain]
Got no secret stash
[Grabbin rain]
I just want some gold
[Grabbin rain]
Before I get old.
[Convenience store, grabbin the rain
Jersey shore, grabbin the rain
Takin naps, grabbin the rain
Checkin maps, grabbin the rain.
Bar mitzvah, grabbin the rain
Twister, grabbin the rain
Bar crawl, grabbin the rain.
Bathroom stall, grabbin the rain.
Phone talkin, grabbin the rain.
Street walkin, grabbin the rain.
Doin the karate, grabbin the rain
Burying a body, grabbin the rain.
etc.]

Walk Around
Feel that beat in the ground?
I’m about to pick it up.
Listen to this double fisting with a sippy cup.
Passin the moment that I just don’t give a fuck,
movement all consuming, body grooving, get me some luck.
Here’s a track that I can grind to,
scan around the room, look for others lose their mind, too.
Lock eyes, stay there, keep dancing I’ll come find you–
whoa this couple’s dressed in vinyl and their humping’s really primal.
Let me just pass right behind you!
Oh shit, I know this guy, too.
Hi dude, not to be rude, but I’ll talk to you later.
This girl is really smokey wanna catch me some vapor.
She got an ass to grind and my stones won’t forsake her.
When some douchebag walk in, he make it rain with his paper,
walk around and move on. I won’t be mad man, Don Draper.
I won’t be mad man, Don Draper.
I won’t be mad man, Don Draper.

Walk around. Walk around, walk around, walk a walk a walk around.
I walk around. Walk around and take a seat, walk around and take a seat.
Walk around. Walk around, walk around, walk a walk a walk around.
I walk around. Walk around and take a seat, walk around and take a seat.

It’s all so natural baby,
movin on and walkin by.
Add some flavor pop and lock it, do a wiggle if it feels right
move the way you want you know you lookin real tight,
set your ass on a throne, like you’re royalty tonight.
Walk around, take a seat.
Everybody movin gettin down to the beat.
Walk around, take a seat.
If you’re feelin really goofy make a table, cut some meat.
Get to freakin let your weaker features seep and just wobble.
Throw an arm in the sky and drinkin deep from the bottle.
Bob your head up and down, you got your eyes out for models?
Who do you think you’re kiddin girl? Just kick it full throttle!

Walk around. Walk around, walk around, walk a walk a walk around.
I walk around. Walk around and take a seat, walk around and take a seat.
Walk around. Walk around, walk a, walk a, walk around.
Do that Fozzy Bear, wocka wock! Wocka wocka? Wait…

Fozzy Bear, wocka wocka, got bit by Wocka Flocka Flame,
when you’re saying his name it’s a bear’s catchphrase that’s almost the same.
It’s a bear’s catchphrase that’s almost the same, walk around.
Walk around, walk around, walk a walk a walk around.
I walk around. Walk around and take a seat, walk around and take a seat.
Walk around.

Heeb Hop:

Woke up shabbos morning with nothing to do,
what you think I should be praying just because I’m a Jew?
I still rock the fro, but got no chai around my neck
and I ain’t your average Heeb I’ll tell you what to expect:
I eat treif on occasion, yo that shrimp is delicious.
Drinkin wine all the time without sayin the kiddish.
That’s the blessin, I ain’t messin, I’m confessin to be
95% Jewish, 5% MC.
Cuz Jamaica’s the location from where I be:
at Hedonism II is where my parents conceived me.
But my high school graduation was from the Jewish Day,
they taught me everything they ever could from Jewish history.
I’m still a Yid, don’t question if I’m doin it right,
I may not practice the laws, but I’m still fightin the fight.
I got my bris at eight days and all I need is that,
I don’t care what you think with peyos and a black hat.
So dirty Jews come on, get up and grab your Purell.
Keep it goin, keep it live, you know we don’t believe in Hell.
No. We don’t believe in Hell, no.

Jews keep it live cuz we don’t believe in Hell,
(yea I think that’s what we think, as far as I can tell.)
I read those laws long ago, but then my memory fell.
Still I’m pretty damn sure that we don’t believe in hell.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no Hell.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no Hell.

I know what y’all thinkin, “Jewish rapper over here?”
Just let me do some comedy and make a career!
I’m still only thirty and I don’t control the world, see
I’m not good with money even though my hair is curly.
Write for a living cuz I ain’t no finance jerk,
makin money off that net cuz that’s my kinda work.
And that’s where you come in, oh shit how bout that?
Buy a Chozinn t-shirt, mousepad, apron or a baseball cap.
I’ll sell you all that crap, and no I ain’t lying
Chozinn.com keep you laughing so ain’t no one crying foul,
heed my words of Zion now that’s just how Jewy I be:
I was sellin my merch before I had this EP.
And if you dare come to question my rhymes’ validity,
download the album dot com free words free.
Then you can send my link around if you feelin the sound,
get gefilte fish out when Chozinn hittin your town
for that wedding, bris, bar mitzvah, I don’t really care:
just give me cash, booze and Jews and I’ll perform anywhere.
Why you stare? Listen here, to the words that I say:
I ain’t got no fuckin afterlife I live for today.

Jews keep it live cuz they don’t believe in Hell,
yea I think that’s what we think, as far as I can tell,
so I just did a verse about my merch to sell,
you know I’ll never feel guilty cuz I don’t believe in hell.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no Hell.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no Hell no.

Strip Club Pancakes

Rollin out in a crowd, well we got like ten people,
bachelor parties are SICK, it’s like a Hangover sequel.
Not really, we did see Cirque du Soleil–
keep busy with activities, you can’t be gambling all day.
OK we rode rides, shot guns, hung out at pools and stuff,
at some point it’s like alright enough is enough,
my brother’s getting married. We’re gonna go to like a gentleman’s club or something, right? Right?
So as I walked down the strip, I grabbed a card or two.
I’m textin my buddy askin which one to go to.
Then I look it up on Yelp, and yea it seemed pretty solid,
not the most expensive but I heard they do some raw shit.
So we got into what’s best called a ‘rape van’
British dude in a suit night-rockin the Ray Bans drives us to the spot
and we were like “will these girls be sleazy?”
Walk in, what’s on stage?
It’s fuckin overeasy!

Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
They had them strip club pancakes.

Now we had failed to realize this place had a theme.
That theme was stolen from a communal dream it seemed that a genius out there new ladies go well with a short stack
and he served bacon on the side that had even more fat than usual.
It was like extra thick cut bacon or something.
Thank god it was buffet, I couldn’t have paid for just one thing.
I’m grabbin a dumpling and some chicken and waffles,
hashbrowns are so crispy I’m eating them by the jawful.
Coconut french toast? Oh man, that’s just tasty.
Best breakfast in the world, this dish is amazing.
Hashtag on instagram: #TheFoodsSoGoodIGottaFlauntThis
Look up at those chicks, they’re pouring syrup on tits!

Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
They had them strip club pancakes.

I wish I could better tell the next part of the story,
it’s not like I got a beatin, seein as I wasn’t gory the next morning
I was mourning, the kind with the ‘u’,
greatest moment in my life as I started to chew.
Oh so fluffy and puffy, I love that stuffin inside.
In the pancakes, every breakfast food that came to my mind at the time just appeared,
and I mean everything,
it even counted that one morning that I just ate onion rings, you know cuz I was feelin all lazy?
Shit, point is,
the flapjacks were godly, it was straight up crazy, then I passed out, cuz that shit phased me.
As it would anyone in a similar situation, I mean for fuck’s sake the flavors were changin as I ate em!
How is that even possible?
Did they slip something into the milk?
Where did that milk even come from? It was so fresh!

Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
Strip club pancakes (strip club pancakes)
They had them strip club pancakes.

Night’s End

Look, okay, we tried to make it happen
Went to seven bars, I lost my card, I think it’s time to tap in.
I get it man, that’s not the plan, we should be walking hand in hand with fine women, don’t understand what we were doing wrong.
But now we stink from this pink liquid that your mouth just exorcisted,
Sisqo started playing, good job singing the thong song [thong, th-thong, thong thong]
Your lyrics weren’t quite on, I seem to recall strong
undercurrents that worry me, for now let’s just hurry please
In the fridge there’s a curry feast delicious pah-nong.
Ok penang, but dangit that don’t rhyme.
I’m just so fucking tired man, it’s chillin at home time.
Time.
Chillin at home time.

You gotta love relaxin on couches,
Blanket on and watchin TV.
Think there’s something better? I doubt it.
Sorry man, I’m falling asleep.

Now, when I stumble in, it’s akin to another land,
Fumblin with key the treehouse been alive since undergrad.
It’s not so bad – way cleaner than it used to be–
in metaphor, like family, I’m only speakin relatively.
You better give me some room to just chill,
Don’t need the bitter pills of life, it’s so much sweeter sittin still.
Get my fill of Uncle Phil, Avery RIP,
Mr Belvadere and he, My Two Dads canceled, tragedy.
That’s the sap in me, got maple roots so I’m sweet
and there’s no tappin’ me, my energy is complete.
I pass on Applebee’s, see you tomorrow to eat.
I need a nap in me, just sit and chill to the beat.

Goddamn I love it when I’m so comfy
Window open feelin the breeze
Sure there’s no woman I’m humpin
But if I’m lucky she’ll be there in my dreams.

You gotta love relaxin on couches,
Blanket on and watchin TV.
Think there’s something better? I doubt it.
Sorry man I’m falling asleep

Sorry man I’m fallin asleep, I’m so drowsy.
There’s no arousing energy don’t feel it bouncing back to me.
Though it’s not Pharisee, Essene how very Sadduceem,
Semitic bringin laughter free,
funny Jew dude, naturally.
Actually, to sleep I have to go:
it’s like a NoDoz and a coke nose had four lokos with this bro.
I wanna slow mo with a grown fro in moco back home.f
Get a photo in the full clothes like I’m David the gnome.
You know? No? Those ain’t the dreams you chose?
Follow flows so transcendent you’ll call me Thoreau.
SOHO and Venice I owe y’all a show.
My bed now, I’m in it, the sun start to glow.

Oh I love hearing just quiet.
Nothin more than ambient sound.
These cookies they’re no good for my diet
I’ll eat em so they don’t hang around.

You gotta love relaxin on couches,
Blanket on and watchin TV.
Think there’s something better? I doubt it.
Sorry man, I’m fallin asleep.

Sorry man, I’m fallin asleep.
Hit that button if you wanna repeat.
You’ll hear the words right when I speak.

Sorry man, I’m fallin asleep.
Hit that button if you wanna repeat.
You’ll hear the words right when I speak.