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

Until one day gathered up change
And in exchange got turntables off
Not only, were they whack, they wooden
But he 'em 'cos 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
outside the door and knocked
Asked jungle records you got?

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

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

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

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

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

It didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm 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
through dramas along the way
Let's a look at Ray today, today, today
Showtime, showtime