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

Until one day gathered up change
And in got turntables off Tony
Not only, they whack, they were wooden
But he 'em 'cos it was a bargain and it was a good'en

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

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

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

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

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

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, pressed on wiv the
Went dramas along the way

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