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

Until one day up some change
And in got turntables off Tony
Not only, were they whack, they were
But he took 'em 'cos it was a 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 door and
Asked what jungle records you

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

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

Broke shit down, brung new flow
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 a positive sign
'bout beats, breaks and bars
Didn't chat champagne and cars

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

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

But he stoof firm, on wiv the wordplay
through dramas along the way
Let's a look at Ray today, today, today
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