The Lyrics 

Yo, Puzzle,

In 2016 we still had racism and homophobia/
I'm tired of being surrounded by stupidity and xenophobia/
If i could change the past, a better future for all of us/
In every hood there's a liquor store, no libraries for kids to learn, plus/
Since Rodney King we only went backwards/
Shootings from police just kept fillin' up empty graveyards/
Seems that only black people are in the white cop's scope/
Too bad they shoot the good ones even if they obey the law/
Forgive me, i know in this there's no good or bad, my fault/
Well yeah, the bad ones we have, the good ones i don't know/
We should live with equality, no fuckin' racial division/
Man come on, fuck these supremacists i don't give a fuck about religion/
We have christians, jewish, buddist people, even muslims/
Tell me what religion do you see when you look right into me/
If you were blind you wouldn't know if I was a black or white man/
So why should we shed red blood and take another's life then/
I'm sick and tired of seeing terrorists, bombings and lots of dead men/
If we go on like this we will turn into crazy mad men/
Everything keeps getting worse, month by month, year by year/
If we keep going on like this, well the fucking end is near.


(Beat sampled from: Herizen Guardiola as Mylene Cruz - Set Me Free (Audio) ft. Nile Rodgers, The Americanos)

72AD-2013

Fed Up

Fed Up - PUZZL3 (Prod. by Sam) (Lyrics in the description)

⁠⁠⁠My name is Erik and my roots are Albanian/ 
if someone challenges me i'll twist up his motherfucking cranium/ 
born in italy, in the heart of the mountains/ 
the pearl of the Dolomites, that's what they call it i guess/ 
When my family came here i wasn't born yet/ 
my land was scorched by war, when i was born the war ended/
 every year i go back wher my roots are/ 
that's the only way to figure out who you really are/ 
seeing thugs carrying guns and moving lots of drugs/
 knives used to stab and kill if you can't afford some slugs/
 walk the curb with your eyes wide open/
 ready to fight or run when it comes the moment/ 
gunshots in the morning, now that's a bad omen/ 
some not to risk it will just say "well we stay home then"/ 
i never cared, obviously sometimes i got scared/ 
as i saw people get stabbed but not yet shot dead/ 
now i'm 18, i've got plenty of choices/ 
i chose the toughest road even though i had options/ 
some do not support my decision/ 
well i don't give a fuck about your fucking opinion/ 
grew up listening to dope rappers/ 
Tupac, BIG, and NWA on my Boombox blastin'/ 
No Vaseline and Hit 'em Up, 2 of the best dissings/ 
back to the age where lyrics had a meaning/ 
I only count on/ 
the strength of street knowledge/ 
living developing a mental lexicon/ 
to the fallen i pay homage/ 
heard the first rhyme when i was six/ 
the MC was Pac, man i'll never forgt him/ 
The first time hearing a legend spit it/ 
on a record called 1990's classic hits/ 
know what you talk about/ 
only speak the truth/ 
or you might get stepped on/
 in the motherfucking booth/ 
my whole future lies inside a pencil/
if nobody's gonna bring the 90's back, i will, you will perish/ 
notice that i'm only 18/ 
reppin my set since i could motherfucking spit/ 
my skills purer than any colombian snow/ 
one thing only i ask, don't disrespect my flow...

(Hook x2)
To all the fake ones/
you lack one basic thing/ 
let me tell you which one/
the realness of a King

Roots - PUZZL3 (Prod. by Sam)(Lyrics in the description)

[Verse 1]
Started as a lonely boy writing lyrics by himself/
The only inspiration I got came from my only two friends/
Only true friends I had, they would never let me down/
Always supported me as I started composing these sounds/
It all happened really quickly and unawarely/
I found myself surrounded by fake people actin' friendly/
The true ones I had by then became my second family/
I got to make it all the way, there is no easy way for me/
But still, i'm here writing rhymes/
Almost 3 a.m. and I keep wondering sometimes/
How must it be making a living by thinking and dropping lines/
Putting time and passion on a pencil that your thoughts on paper writes/
Standing in front of thousands holding only a mic/
Knowing that what you spit is the dopest thing that they like/
As soon as you stand out there covered in applause and light/
You can freely express yourself, everything will be alright

[Hook 2x]
Truth may hurt/
Yet life is mean/
You wanna earn what you want/
You gotta follow the dream/
And if you make it/
Give the best of what you got/
Live to fight another day/
Hear in the dark a gunshot/

[Verse 2]
Keep on writing your lyrics is what they tell me now/
Didn't treat me as a worthy person until now, somehow/
I became worth of attentions and many compliments/
Built my reputation ever since i can reminisce/
Everyone has no idea what the fuck i've been through/
To anyone that made it, you're what I look up to/
I know how hard it will be, if you want to help me thank you/
If you're gonna stand in my way, step off and fuck you/
Reppin' some of that old school shit/
Hoping one day one of my songs will be a motherfucking hit/
For me in this valley there is no way to exhibit/
Gotta take my ass to work so I can move to a city/
That's my soul, that's all i care about/
In my veins it flows, dropping lines day in and day out/
R.I.P. to Pac and Biggie, sources of inspiration/
If I make it, everything will be better, just need to be patient/

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3]
I always dreamed that one day I'd be on stage with the game/
And hear a chorus from the audience that is chanting my name/
Now i understand that I might be a little insane/
But hope is what remains when opportunities fade away/
Tell me, is it wrong to dream/ 
Words mixed with blood inside my bloodstream/
Working my ass off to become the fucking Kingpin/
You can safely assume that i won't take it on the chin/
Put a beat on and give me some time to chill/
Rhymes will be dropped, sharper than the blades in Kill Bill/
One thing is missing nowadays on every beat/
The good vibes flowing when the rhymes come from the street/
But there is no need to bother/
I can take it, I will bring it back, that's no problem/
I don't come from the gutter/
I'm just the product of 90's old school and knowledge/

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 4]
Now listen to what I'm saying because I won't say it twice/
Where i come from, life and death are on the street playing dice/
Sometimes someone approaches you holding a pocket knife/
You either keep your cool, die or take that fucker's life/
At the end of the ferry nobody gives a shit/
Who could care if another thief died on the street/
While many rappers talk about it rhyming on a beat/
No lyrics will explain it you need to see it/
Now new year's eve's coming, guns blazing in the air/
Last year as I was walking Noizy got shot in the leg/
He was 50 meters from me, I heard the gunshot/
The road where it happened was completely locked/
No info coming out of there for at least one hour/
Gang wars come and go in a country that's finally ours/
Proud of my roots, as i said in my last song/
Just wait for another piece, it won't take long/

[Hook 2x]

Dreams - PUZZL3 (Prod. by Sam) (Lyrics in the description)

Started rapping because of the sound, kept doing it because of the story, will keep doing it to bring it back.
New LP coming in soon. 
Keep It Real.