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This journey starts six years ago in a run down housin' estate |
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In bow East |
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London, south east |
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UK, was a young man |
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Lets call this young man, |
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RayFrustrated wiv bein' around the way would say, "I'm bored" |
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Until one day gathered up some change |
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And in exchange got turntables off |
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TonyNot only, were they whack, they were wooden |
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But he took 'em 'cos it was a bargain and it was a good'en |
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And he said to himself, "Who wouldn't?" |
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Why not, then he took a little trot to |
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DJ Targets squat |
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Stood outside the door and knocked |
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Asked what jungle records you got? |
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Must be somethin' you wanna get shot, of, blot |
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Din't buy beats, he ready to quit, gave him the whole lot |
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Then Ray had little click, they were hot |
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Young gun soldiers but it all flopped |
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Still it didn't make |
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Ray wanna give up the fight |
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Ray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while excluded |
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No gifts and glamor included |
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Like crime for money, dough, crime pays, didn't ya know? |
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Even though |
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Ray come across slow |
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Broke shit down, brung another new flow |
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Made beats in the back room |
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Teacher gave him a new spare time |
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Then they got a little bit o'radio airtime1:00 |
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A.M. till 3, be in school by 9 |
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This was clearly a positive sign |
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Learnin' 'bout beats, breaks and bars |
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Didn't chat about champagne and cars |
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More concerned wiv you know, the grime |
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Made it a touch difficult to shine |
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Among these so called underground stars |
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Some resented him thus presentin' him with pure dumbness like retards |
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It didn't matter, |
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Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a real star one day" |
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Went through dramas along the way |
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But he stood firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay |
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Went through dramas along the way |
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But he stoof firm, pressed on wiv the wordplay |
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Went through dramas along the way |
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Let's take a look at |
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Ray today, today, today |
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Showtime, it's showtime |
