When leaving for school as a kid, Central Cee would stuff sweets into his satchel. The sweets would disperse into clamouring hands and, in exchange, the jar they came in would fill with coins. One day, in Year 8, he made £90. Back at home, a boy from his old primary school would come over with a mic and an interface. For a fee, the boy would record Cee's earliest raps. “I'd pay him £7 an hour,” he remembers. “Every day I would leave school and go link my man, pay him in coins and record. That was the beginning stages of man's ting.”
Cee is back in London today to put the finishing touches to his debut album in the studio. We are sitting in the building's lobby, and the rapper has just risen from sleep. And though he's been here for two weeks, sleeping in the studio, feeling faint pangs of pressure about the moment ahead, the time has not been as productive as he had hoped, this current stage of his career pulling him across countries and time zones and rarely offering