Dizzee Rascal - Showtime Lyrics
This journey starts 6 years agoin run-down housin estate in Boweast london south-east uk was a young man lets call this young man rayfrustated wiv bein around the waywould say "i'm bored" until one daygathered up sum change and in exchange got turntables off tonynot only, were they whack, they were wooden, but he took 'emcos it was a bargain and it was a good'enand he said to himself who wouldn't?why not, then he took a little trot to dj targets squatstood outside o'the door and knockedasked what jungle records you got?must be sumthin u wanna get shot, of, blotdint buy beats he ready to quit gave 'im the whole lotthen ray had little click, they were hot, young gun soldiers but it all flopped,still it didnt make ray wanna give up the fightray jus picked up the mic, would write, lyrics while excludedno gifts and glamour includedlike crime for money, dough, crime pays didnt ya know?even though ray come across slowbroke shit down, brung another new flowmade beats in the back roomteacher gave him a little spare timethen they got a little bit o'radio airtime1am til 3 be in school by 9this was clearly a positive signlearnin bout beats breaks and barsdidnt chat about champagne and carsmore concerned wiv you know, the grimemade it a touch difficult to shineamong these so-called underground starssome resented him thus presentin him with pure dumbness like retardsit dint matter ray would say, ok, i'm gonna be a real star one daywent through dramas along the waybut he stood firm pressed on wiv the wordplaywent through dramas along the waybut he stoof firm pressed on wiv the wordplaywent through dramas along the waylets take a look at ray today....
