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

Until one day gathered up change
And in got turntables off Tony
Not only, were whack, they were 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 trot to DJ Targets squat
Stood the door and knocked
Asked what jungle records you

Must be you wanna get shot, of, blot
Din't buy beats, he to quit, gave him the whole lot
Then Ray had click, they were hot
Young gun but it all flopped
Still it didn't make Ray wanna 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 across slow

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

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

More concerned wiv you know, the
Made it a difficult to shine
Among so called underground 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"
through dramas along the way
But he firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay
through dramas along the way

But he firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay
Went through dramas the way
take a look at Ray today, today, today
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