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This journey starts six years ago in a run down housin'
In bow East London, east UK, was a young man
Lets call young man, Ray
Frustrated wiv bein' 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, then he took a little trot to DJ Targets
outside the door and knocked
Asked what jungle records you

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

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

Broke shit down, another new flow
Made beats in the room
Teacher gave him a new time
Then got a little bit o'radio airtime

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

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

It matter, Ray would 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 through dramas the way

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