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

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

And he to himself, "Who wouldn't?"
Why not, then he took a trot to DJ Targets squat
Stood 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, they hot
Young gun soldiers but it all
Still it make Ray wanna give up the fight

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

Broke shit down, brung another new
Made beats in the room
gave him a new spare time
Then they got a little bit airtime

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

concerned wiv you know, the grime
Made it a difficult to shine
Among these so underground stars
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"
Went dramas along the way
But he stood firm, pressed on wiv the
through dramas along the way

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