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

Until one day up some change
And in exchange got turntables off
Not only, were they whack, they were
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 the door and knocked
what jungle records you got?

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

Ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics excluded
No gifts and glamor
Like crime for money, dough, crime pays, ya know?
Even Ray come across slow

Broke shit down, brung new flow
Made beats in the back
Teacher gave him a new spare
Then got a little bit o'radio airtime

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

More wiv you know, the grime
it a touch difficult to shine
Among these so underground stars
resented him thus 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 stood firm, pressed on wiv the
through dramas along the way

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