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This journey starts six years ago in a run down housin'
In bow East London, south UK, was a young man
Lets this 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 'cos it was a bargain and it was a

And he to himself, "Who wouldn't?"
Why not, then he took a little trot to DJ squat
Stood outside the door and
Asked what records you got?

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

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

Broke down, brung another new flow
beats in the back room
Teacher gave him a new spare
Then got a little bit o'radio airtime

A.M. till 3, be in school by 9
This was clearly a sign
Learnin' 'bout beats, breaks and
chat about champagne and cars

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

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

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