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

Until one day up some 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
Stood outside the and knocked
what jungle records you got?

Must be somethin' you get shot, of, blot
buy beats, he ready to quit, gave him the whole lot
Then Ray had click, they were hot
gun soldiers but it all flopped
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, crime pays, ya know?
though Ray come across slow

Broke shit down, brung another new
Made in the back 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 clearly a sign
Learnin' 'bout beats, and bars
Didn't about champagne and cars

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

It matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a real star one day"
Went through along the way
But he firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay
Went through along the way

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