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This journey starts 6 years ago in 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 Letras de cancioneslearnin 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.... From Letras Mania