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This journey starts six years ago in a run down housin' estate 
In bow East London, south east UK, was a young man 
Lets call this young man, Ray 
Frustrated wiv bein' around the way would say, "I'm bored" 
 
Until one day gathered up some change 
And in exchange got turntables off Tony 
Not only, were they whack, they were wooden 
But he took 'em 'cos it was a bargain and it was a good'en 
 
And he said to himself, "Who wouldn't?" 
Why not, then he took a little trot to DJ Targets squat 
Stood outside the door and knocked 
Asked what jungle records you got? 
 
Must be somethin' you wanna get shot, of, blot 
Din't buy beats, he ready to quit, gave him the whole lot 
Then Ray had little click, they were hot 
Young gun soldiers but it all flopped 
Still it didn't make Ray wanna give up the fight 
 
Ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while excluded 
No gifts and glamor included 
Like crime for money, dough, crime pays, didn't ya know? 
Even though Ray come across slow 
 
Broke shit down, brung another new flow 
Made beats in the back room 
Teacher gave him a new spare time 
Then they got a little bit o'radio airtime 
 
1:00 A.M. till 3, be in school by 9 
This was clearly a positive sign 
Learnin' 'bout beats, breaks and bars 
Didn't chat about champagne and cars 
 
More concerned wiv you know, the grime 
Made it a touch difficult to shine 
Among these so called underground stars 
Some resented him thus presentin' him with pure dumbness like retards 
 
It didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a real star one day" 
Went through dramas along the way 
But he stood firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay 
Went through dramas along the way 
 
But he stoof firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay 
Went through dramas along the way 
Let's take a look at Ray today, today, today 
Showtime, it's showtime