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NEMZZZ X D-BLOCK EUROPE TYPE BEAT " TASTE "

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NEMZZZ - ART FEAT. LATTO (NBOMe MIX)

Shame On Me

[INTRO]

Yeah…
I had to step back to see what was real.
(hush…)
City full of halos…
but none of ’em made of Heaven.
(echo…)
Alright.
Let’s talk about it.

⸻

[VERSE 1]

City full of halos made of glass — I seen ’em break,
Smiles made of Sunday, hearts made of stone by Monday’s sake.
Told me it was love, but it shattered in a flash,
Now I’m lookin’ at the truth through a different type of contrast.
(glitch…)

They said “brother,” but the tone never matched their walk,
Said “grace,” but their heart wasn’t built like the talk.
Put me in the circle where the light ain’t reach,
Used my gift for a stage, not a soul to teach.

Saw a shepherd in the spotlight, halo dented,
Called me family, but the vibe felt rented.
Jealous in his bones when my soul felt lifted,
Tryna dim my flame ’cause my calling looked different.
(ghost…)

Don’t preach unity when your heart ain’t clean,
Don’t speak love if your fruit ain’t seen.
Cross on your chain but your life don’t match —
I learned real quick what a mask can patch.

⸻

[HOOK]

I been walkin’ through a garden where the roses got thorns
(hush, hush…)
Holy faces, but they heart stay torn
(sync…)
Eyes on me from the shadows, every night, every morn
(whisper…)
Tryna watch my steps, but I still move reborn
(reborn…)

They don’t know me — they just fear what’s real
(breathe in…)
Talkin’ in the wires like the truth might kill
(scan…)
Screenshots fly when they need that thrill
(low…)
Tryna stain my name, but I walk in the will
(still… still…)

⸻

[VERSE 2]

City full of watchers tryna study my glow,
Phones in they hands but they heart run cold.
They whisper in private but they quiet in light,
’Cause the lies fall dead when the truth stands bright.

People in the Garden never wanted me to rise,
Smile in your face but the envy in the eyes.
Said they walk love, but the hate in disguise,
Tried to clip my wings when they saw me touch sky.

Call themselves holy but the fruit don’t show,
Talk about sin like they ever let go.
Throwing glass stones from a glass halo,
Break under pressure when the real light glow.
(still…)

⸻

[BRIDGE]

Midnight hits — whispers in the wires,
Name in they mouth ’cause it feeds their fires.
Tryna turn love into politics,
Tryna twist truth till the truth ain’t it.

But I walk through the noise like I’m built for this,
God cleaned my heart so the dirt can’t stick.
Yeah, I rise with a peace they can’t counterfeit —
He covered me when they tried to split.
(breathe…)

⸻

[HOOK]

I been walkin’ through a garden where the roses got thorns
(hush…)
Holy faces but they heart still torn
(sync…)
Eyes on me from the shadows every night, every morn
(whisper…)
Tryna watch my steps, but I still move reborn
(reborn, reborn…)

They don’t know me — they just fear what’s real
(breathe…)
Talkin’ in the wires like the truth might kill
(scan…)
Screenshots fly when they need that thrill
(low…)
Tryna stain my name, but I walk in the will
(still…)

⸻

[OUTRO]

Glass halos shatter when the truth gets near,
But I’m still movin’ with no shame, no fear.
Grace on my back when the smoke ain’t clear,
Through it all…
I’m still here.
(quiet fade…)

Wätchërs

The Formula is the story of what happens when discipline becomes momentum, and momentum becomes identity. It’s a London hip hop study in pressure, precision, and the quiet violence of focus — the late nights where the world shrinks to a tunnel and the work becomes the only thing you can hear.

Across twelve tracks, the project follows an artist who cracks the code, outruns himself, listens to the algorithm whisper back, and ultimately breaks the loop he built. It’s drill-adjacent, but inward-looking; confident, but aware of the cost; philosophical, but always grounded in real human hours — kids upstairs, sofa light, missed calls, breath regained.

This isn’t an album about success.
It’s an album about the discipline behind it,
the ghosts it creates,
and the freedom that returns when you finally slow down.

The Formula isn’t something you find.
It’s something you become.

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