Joseph Junior Adenuga, better known as Skepta, is an English Grime MC from … Read Full Bio ↴Joseph Junior Adenuga, better known as Skepta, is an English Grime MC from Tottenham, North London, England. Originally from and born to Nigerian parents he moved from Lagos to London aged three. His family history can be traced back further to Ethiopia, to the Falash Mura community. He is a producer and DJ commonly associated with the North London Grime scene, including Roll Deep and Boy Better Know.
The name "Skepta" originated from the word Sceptre, a type of staff. He did not like the way it was spelt and felt that he wanted a unique stage name so 'that he could type "Skepta" in YouTube and only he would come up.' So, he changed it.
Skepta started his music career after he won a MC battle with over 300 people contesting beating Tempa T in the final. He also formed a partnership with his brother JME and became renowned throughout Greater London for his hit single (he also produced), "Private Caller" which featured many of his Meridian Crew from Meridian Walk in Tottenham.
Skepta (Managing Director) along with brother JME (CEO), began their grime label Boy Better Know in late 2005. The phrase "Boy Better Know" was originated by Big H the artist.
This phrase was then taken by Skepta and JME. Early 2006 saw the release of 'Shut Yuh Mut' - Boy Better Know Edition 1 which features all 3 artists and throughout the years has contributed and aided many other artists such as Frisco and Wiley to put out mixtapes, along with JME (4 mixtapes) and Skepta's September 2007 release 'Greatest Hits', which was distributed nationwide.
However now, Wiley left because he found mainstream chart success with Roll Deep, a crew that he co-founded and has enjoyed two number one hit singles with on the UK Top 40 Chart. He also had an ongoing 'beef' with Skepta, with both artists creating diss tracks, Wiley's 'Barnet' and Skepta's 'House in the Country' were both uploaded onto YouTube by both artists. However, this 'beef' was later proved to be false, as Skepta has stated in interviews, over Twitter, and whilst appearing on Ustream.
Skepta has released three singles off his third studio album, Doin' It Again (first with a major label). Titled "Bad Boy", "Rescue Me" and "Cross My Heart" featuring Preeya Kalidas, as well as a video for the Hello Good Morning (Grime Remix).
All singles charted in the Top 40 of the UK Singles Chart, with "Rescue Me" being the most successful at number 14. The chart position of "Cross My Heart" was fairly disappointing coming in at number 31 and dropping out of the Top 40 a week later, bearing in mind it had the most promotion out of any of the tracks. After the success of his first single "Bad Boy", Skepta's videos were removed from his own channel and promoted through All Around The World (a division of Universal Records).
His tracks were also premiered on the official website of the label.
It is expected that "Doin' It Again" will be either released on or in partnership with All Around The World records, scheduled for a release of 31 January 2011 for digital download and on 7 February 2011 as a CD.
The name "Skepta" originated from the word Sceptre, a type of staff. He did not like the way it was spelt and felt that he wanted a unique stage name so 'that he could type "Skepta" in YouTube and only he would come up.' So, he changed it.
Skepta started his music career after he won a MC battle with over 300 people contesting beating Tempa T in the final. He also formed a partnership with his brother JME and became renowned throughout Greater London for his hit single (he also produced), "Private Caller" which featured many of his Meridian Crew from Meridian Walk in Tottenham.
Skepta (Managing Director) along with brother JME (CEO), began their grime label Boy Better Know in late 2005. The phrase "Boy Better Know" was originated by Big H the artist.
This phrase was then taken by Skepta and JME. Early 2006 saw the release of 'Shut Yuh Mut' - Boy Better Know Edition 1 which features all 3 artists and throughout the years has contributed and aided many other artists such as Frisco and Wiley to put out mixtapes, along with JME (4 mixtapes) and Skepta's September 2007 release 'Greatest Hits', which was distributed nationwide.
However now, Wiley left because he found mainstream chart success with Roll Deep, a crew that he co-founded and has enjoyed two number one hit singles with on the UK Top 40 Chart. He also had an ongoing 'beef' with Skepta, with both artists creating diss tracks, Wiley's 'Barnet' and Skepta's 'House in the Country' were both uploaded onto YouTube by both artists. However, this 'beef' was later proved to be false, as Skepta has stated in interviews, over Twitter, and whilst appearing on Ustream.
Skepta has released three singles off his third studio album, Doin' It Again (first with a major label). Titled "Bad Boy", "Rescue Me" and "Cross My Heart" featuring Preeya Kalidas, as well as a video for the Hello Good Morning (Grime Remix).
All singles charted in the Top 40 of the UK Singles Chart, with "Rescue Me" being the most successful at number 14. The chart position of "Cross My Heart" was fairly disappointing coming in at number 31 and dropping out of the Top 40 a week later, bearing in mind it had the most promotion out of any of the tracks. After the success of his first single "Bad Boy", Skepta's videos were removed from his own channel and promoted through All Around The World (a division of Universal Records).
His tracks were also premiered on the official website of the label.
It is expected that "Doin' It Again" will be either released on or in partnership with All Around The World records, scheduled for a release of 31 January 2011 for digital download and on 7 February 2011 as a CD.
Supposed To Do
Skepta Lyrics
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What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
Still in the make and I wanna be
Great but they tell me be patient
Don't compare me to none of
These niggas in the game
Cause they way too basic
And I'm just that amazing
I reach them stages
In the league with the majors
Nigga fuck your blogs
Nigga fuck your statements
The fuck you thinkin'
Nah, ain't doing no more favors
Never hit a nigga just to make me famous
Little nigga, flows go crazy
And them other nigga's can't tame me
Flame me, blame me
All the nigga's that doubt it
All ya'll nigga's some cowards
All ya'll nigga's step up and get devoured
Six feet deep with bouquet of flowers
Tell me what, what am I supposed to do
Cause respect for mine is so overdue
I'm the best in it, just pay attention
Take a closer view
Cause ain't nothing like them and
Ain't nothing like you
These niggas changed like Clark in the booth
Can't trust ho's, I don't trust dudes
I buy your bitch like pay per view
I set the standards, I dare you to
What's competition, come show me proof
This God flow, this Jesus Christ
That's say a prayer before I sleep at night
I'm still sinnin', don't be offended
My dick intended for a Spanish wife
This chess homie, not checkers niggas
Ain't playin' with ya, no action figures
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
They keep telling me I'm the
Best in the country
And I like how that sounds
You think you Superman, I get the Kryptonite
And bring you right back down
Yeah, you know the drill
I kill MC's til it's overkill
But how many more am I supposed to kill
Til niggas stop putting my name
Next to these just come rappers
I'm so embarrassed
I'm in the booth working my magic
My nigga in the studio
Heard my lyrics and put his hands
On his head like Khaled
These other MC's need practice
Cause when I heat up, it's a madness
Hundred degrees, niggas melt like plastic
Lyrical war, yeah that's my language
I turn Super Saiyan, bitch
Just so you know I ain't playin', bitch
I heard nigga's like you before
You got a good flow
But you ain't sayin' shit
Just a bunch of words with
No meaning, no heart, no feeling
But when I lay it down, I lay it down so nice
It's my name everybody screamin'
And we don't care what it cost
Me and my nigga's, we all gotta floss
Don't give a shit how you talk round' here
Better talk properly when you
Talk to the boss you amateur, say you got
Fans online, few shows, and a manager
Think you've got the game on lock
I press start, here comes new challenger
Skepta
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
There are some serious rumors around
There's a new sheriff in town
Fuck your apologies, back up his arteries
Bury him deep in the ground
Tell him keep sleepin', I'm never defeated
I will not repeat it, you follow me now?
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm ready
You rappers are puppets
Then tell them I said it
Don't give a fuck and this shit is embedded
My flow is infected, I may need a medic
Tell me who better, I make you regret it
It's in my genetics, your shit is pathetic
What am I posed' to do but be great
Never let a thing stand in my way
Never let a Devil ruin my faith
And there ain't a such thing as "I can't"
You looking at a rare breed, a new species
I walk right through hell in my sneak's
Show me the devil, I show you the rebel
I show you my heart when it come to the medal
Tell me who better, I never will settle
My nigga's just told me don't
Let off the pedal
Keep my Jordan 5's on their neck
Fuck whoever got next
Fuck your fame dog and respect
You don't know what life was
Like in the projects
Ever seen the look in his face before death
I seen my granny before her last breath
Ain't no calm down on my compound
There's no contest cause I'm bomb threat
No conscience shit on my mindset
I bought two choppers for my sound check
Say, 'who wanna war' and I'm coming alone
Spray at you haters like fuckin' cologne
Starvation 3 outta let out the beast
So it's bone appetit and I'm ready to feast
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
Still in the make and I wanna be
Don't compare me to none of
These niggas in the game
Cause they way too basic
And I'm just that amazing
I reach them stages
In the league with the majors
Nigga fuck your blogs
Nigga fuck your statements
The fuck you thinkin'
Nah, ain't doing no more favors
Never hit a nigga just to make me famous
Little nigga, flows go crazy
And them other nigga's can't tame me
Flame me, blame me
All the nigga's that doubt it
All ya'll nigga's some cowards
All ya'll nigga's step up and get devoured
Six feet deep with bouquet of flowers
Tell me what, what am I supposed to do
Cause respect for mine is so overdue
I'm the best in it, just pay attention
Take a closer view
Cause ain't nothing like them and
Ain't nothing like you
These niggas changed like Clark in the booth
Can't trust ho's, I don't trust dudes
I buy your bitch like pay per view
I set the standards, I dare you to
What's competition, come show me proof
This God flow, this Jesus Christ
That's say a prayer before I sleep at night
I'm still sinnin', don't be offended
My dick intended for a Spanish wife
This chess homie, not checkers niggas
Ain't playin' with ya, no action figures
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
They keep telling me I'm the
Best in the country
And I like how that sounds
You think you Superman, I get the Kryptonite
And bring you right back down
Yeah, you know the drill
I kill MC's til it's overkill
But how many more am I supposed to kill
Til niggas stop putting my name
Next to these just come rappers
I'm so embarrassed
I'm in the booth working my magic
My nigga in the studio
Heard my lyrics and put his hands
On his head like Khaled
These other MC's need practice
Cause when I heat up, it's a madness
Hundred degrees, niggas melt like plastic
Lyrical war, yeah that's my language
I turn Super Saiyan, bitch
Just so you know I ain't playin', bitch
I heard nigga's like you before
You got a good flow
But you ain't sayin' shit
Just a bunch of words with
No meaning, no heart, no feeling
But when I lay it down, I lay it down so nice
It's my name everybody screamin'
And we don't care what it cost
Me and my nigga's, we all gotta floss
Don't give a shit how you talk round' here
Better talk properly when you
Talk to the boss you amateur, say you got
Fans online, few shows, and a manager
Think you've got the game on lock
I press start, here comes new challenger
Skepta
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
What am I supposed to do, now
Now I know it’s you, that I love?
(Tell me, tell me)
There are some serious rumors around
There's a new sheriff in town
Fuck your apologies, back up his arteries
Bury him deep in the ground
Tell him keep sleepin', I'm never defeated
I will not repeat it, you follow me now?
Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm ready
You rappers are puppets
Then tell them I said it
Don't give a fuck and this shit is embedded
My flow is infected, I may need a medic
Tell me who better, I make you regret it
It's in my genetics, your shit is pathetic
What am I posed' to do but be great
Never let a thing stand in my way
Never let a Devil ruin my faith
And there ain't a such thing as "I can't"
You looking at a rare breed, a new species
I walk right through hell in my sneak's
Show me the devil, I show you the rebel
I show you my heart when it come to the medal
Tell me who better, I never will settle
My nigga's just told me don't
Let off the pedal
Keep my Jordan 5's on their neck
Fuck whoever got next
Fuck your fame dog and respect
You don't know what life was
Like in the projects
Ever seen the look in his face before death
I seen my granny before her last breath
Ain't no calm down on my compound
There's no contest cause I'm bomb threat
No conscience shit on my mindset
I bought two choppers for my sound check
Say, 'who wanna war' and I'm coming alone
Spray at you haters like fuckin' cologne
Starvation 3 outta let out the beast
So it's bone appetit and I'm ready to feast
The lyrics to Skepta's song "Supposed To Do" depict the rapper's confidence and determination in his music career. He acknowledges his talent and the fact that he stands out from other artists in the game. Skepta expresses his frustration with those who doubt him and emphasizes that he is on a different level. The lyrics also touch on themes of perseverance, self-belief, and the constant need for improvement. Skepta takes pride in his skills and asserts that he will continue to dominate the industry.
The song reflects Skepta's resilience and his refusal to be influenced by others' opinions or conform to societal expectations. He highlights the importance of staying true to oneself and maintaining a strong work ethic. The lyrics also demonstrate Skepta's lyrical prowess and ability to captivate listeners with his wordplay and metaphors.
Overall, "Supposed To Do" is a confident anthem that showcases Skepta's talent, determination, and refusal to settle for mediocrity in the music industry.
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TheRealBinks
Still a banger should have millions of views this is just pure heat
luke o
This is one of the best songs I've ever heard
HiP3R SniP3R
This should be on Spotify
DEATH
HiP3R SniP3R for reals I’m mad it aint
Jose Rodriguez
they are spitting bars
MrMoeDini
Kid says Gucci gang 50 times in one song: millions of views
Dudes releasing heat for 4 min str8: 50k views
🤔😐
Karl Evans
@Doni Shawn facts
Doni Shawn
Facts. It's not they fought they sleep. Only woke folks know about this.
UUG Temperz
Should have this on Apple Music love this song
CleetZ
so nostalgic. one of the most underated beats ever
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