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

Until one day gathered up change
And in exchange got off Tony
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, he took a little trot to DJ Targets squat
Stood outside the door and
Asked what jungle records you

Must be somethin' you wanna get shot, of,
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
it didn't make Ray wanna give up the fight

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

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

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

More wiv you know, the grime
Made it a touch difficult to
these 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 star one day"
Went through dramas the way
But he stood firm, pressed on wiv the
through dramas along the way

But he stoof firm, pressed on wiv the
Went through dramas the way
Let's a look at Ray today, today, today
Showtime, showtime