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

one day gathered up some change
And in exchange got turntables off
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 little trot to DJ Targets
Stood outside the door and
Asked jungle records you got?

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

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

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

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

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

It didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a star one day"
Went 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
through dramas along the way
Let's take a look at Ray today, today,
Showtime, showtime