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This journey starts six ago in a run down housin' estate
In bow East London, south east UK, was a man
Lets call young man, Ray
wiv bein' around the way would say, "I'm bored"

Until one day up some change
And in exchange got turntables off
Not only, they whack, they were wooden
But he took 'em 'cos it was a bargain and it was a

And he to himself, "Who wouldn't?"
Why not, he took a little trot to DJ Targets squat
Stood outside the and knocked
Asked jungle records you got?

be somethin' you wanna get shot, of, blot
Din't buy beats, he to quit, gave him the whole lot
Then Ray had little click, they hot
gun soldiers but it all flopped
Still it didn't Ray wanna give up the fight

Ray jus up the mic, would write, lyrics while excluded
No gifts and included
Like crime for money, dough, pays, didn't ya know?
Even though Ray come across

Broke down, brung another new flow
Made beats in the back
Teacher him a new spare time
they got a little bit o'radio airtime

1:00 A.M. till 3, be in by 9
This was clearly a positive
'bout beats, breaks and bars
Didn't chat about champagne and

More wiv you know, the grime
Made it a difficult to shine
Among so called underground stars
Some resented him thus presentin' him with pure dumbness retards

It didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a real one day"
Went through along the way
But he stood firm, on wiv the wordplay
through dramas along the way

But he firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay
Went dramas along the way
Let's take a at Ray today, today, today
Showtime, it's