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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

frustated wiv bein around the way

would say "i'm bored" until one day

gathered up sum 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 o'the door and knocked

asked what jungle records you got?

must be sumthin u wanna get shot, of, blot

dint buy beats he ready to quit gave 'im the whole lot

then ray had little click, they were hot, young gun soldiers but it all flopped,

still it didnt make ray wanna give up the fight

ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while excluded

no gifts and glamour included

like crime for money, dough, crime pays didnt 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 little spare time

then they got a little bit o'radio airtime

1am til 3 be in school by 9

this was clearly a positive sign

learnin bout beats breaks and bars

didnt 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 dint matter ray would say, ok, 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

lets take a look at ray today....