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This journey starts six years ago in a run down housin'
In bow East London, east UK, was a young man
Lets call young 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 trot to DJ Targets squat
outside the door and knocked
Asked what jungle records you

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

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

Broke shit down, another new flow
Made beats in the back
Teacher him a new spare time
Then they got a little bit airtime

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

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

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

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