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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
Lets call this man, Ray
Frustrated wiv around the way would say, "I'm bored"

one day gathered up some change
And in got turntables off Tony
Not only, were they whack, they 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 squat
Stood outside the door and
Asked what records you got?

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

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

Broke shit down, brung another new
Made beats in the room
Teacher gave him a new spare
Then they got a little bit o'radio

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

More concerned wiv you know, the
it a touch difficult to shine
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 through dramas the way

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