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

one day gathered up some change
And in got turntables off Tony
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, he took a little trot to DJ Targets squat
outside the door and knocked
Asked 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, they hot
Young gun but it all flopped
Still it make Ray wanna give up the fight

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

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

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

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

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

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