This journey starts 6 years ago in a run-down housing estate in Bow
East London, south-east UK, was a young man, let's call this young man Ray
Frustrated with being around the way
Would say 'I'm bored' until one day
Gathered up some change and in exchange got turntables off Tony
Not only, were they whack, they were wooden, but he took 'em
'Cause it was a bargain and it was a good'un
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 something you wanna get shot of, blot
Didn't buy beats, he ready to quit gave'im the whole lot
Then Ray had a little click, they were hot, young gun soldiers but it all flopped,
Still it didn't make Ray wanna give up the fight
Ray just picked up the mic, would write lyrics while excluded
No gifts and glamour included
Like crime for money, dough, crime pays didn't you 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 till 3 be in school by 9
This was clearly a positive sign
Learning about beats, breaks and bars
Didn't chat about champagne and cars
More concerned with you know, the grime
Made it a touch difficult to shine among these so-called underground stars
Some resented him thus presenting him with pure dumbness like retards
It didn't 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 with the wordplay
Went through dramas along the way but he stood firm, pressed on with the wordplay
Went through dramas along the way
Let's take a look at Ray today....
