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This journey starts six ago in a run down housin' estate
In bow London, south 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 took a little trot to DJ Targets
Stood outside the and knocked
Asked jungle records you got?

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

Ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while
No and glamor included
Like crime for money, dough, crime pays, ya know?
Even Ray come across slow

shit down, brung another new flow
Made in the back room
Teacher gave him a new time
Then they got a bit o'radio airtime

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

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

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