Dizzee Rascal Showtime song lyrics

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

Frustrated wiv bein' 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 '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 the door and knocked

Asked what jungle records you got?

Must be somethin' you wanna get shot, of, blot

Din't buy beats, he ready to quit, gave him the whole lot

Then Ray had little click, they were hot

Young gun soldiers but it all flopped

Still it didn't make Ray wanna give up the fight

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

No gifts and glamor included

Like crime for money, dough, crime pays, didn't 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 new spare time

Then they got a little bit o'radio airtime

1: 00 A.M. till 3, be in school by 9

This was clearly a positive sign

Learnin' 'bout beats, breaks and bars

Didn't 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 didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, 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

Let's take a look at Ray today, today, today

Showtime, it's showtime