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

Until one day gathered up some
And in got turntables off Tony
Not only, they whack, they were 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 little to DJ Targets squat
Stood outside the and knocked
what jungle records you got?

Must be you wanna get shot, of, blot
Din't buy beats, he to quit, gave him the whole lot
Ray had little click, they 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, while excluded
No gifts and glamor
Like for money, dough, crime pays, didn't ya know?
though Ray come across slow

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

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

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

It didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a real one day"
Went dramas along the way
But he stood firm, on wiv the wordplay
Went through dramas the way

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