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This journey starts six ago in a run down housin' estate
In bow East London, east 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 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 a little trot to DJ Targets squat
outside the door and knocked
Asked what jungle records you

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

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

Broke shit down, brung new flow
beats in the back room
Teacher him a new spare time
Then they got a bit o'radio airtime

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

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

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