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

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

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

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

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

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

A.M. till 3, be in school by 9
This was clearly a sign
Learnin' 'bout beats, breaks and
Didn't chat about and cars

More concerned wiv you know, the
Made it a touch difficult to
Among these so underground stars
Some resented him presentin' him with pure dumbness like retards

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

But he stoof firm, pressed on wiv the
through dramas along the way
Let's a look at Ray today, today, today
Showtime, showtime