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.
Worst
Skepta Lyrics
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Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard (what you talkin' 'bout?)
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
I been up in the bits
Trapboy can't go broke
They hollering for a fix
Manna' back in effect
Money, power, respect
Try man for a brick
Hit the rave then I flex
Fuck the word on the curb
I've been up in the game
Put a hole in a shirt
Man getting lit like a flame
On the strip, fuck a search
Grab a tool, put in work
Gyal a pop it and twerk
Still with gang on the lane
Doing road, skrr'
Do the road skrr'
See your hoe, I swerve
Tell 'em fuck what they heard
Do a show on your turf
Stepped in for the search
Man bagged with that bird
Six braps and then rr rr!
Man's road, man's curb
They clean man's dirt
Girly giving man err
Out ere looking skrr'
Trackie un-der
If I touch her, she gon' squirt
When I lose, I come first
Try diss me, that's a curse
Purple, smokin'
Mix the Henny, make a potion
Hit the road on a mad ting
Cause up bare commotion
Ting, loaded
Catch us slugging, get folded
Bread, get Hovis
Run it up and just hold it
Dem man are informers
Dem man are some talkers
Over here we keep quiet
I ain't heard or saw shit
About business, man important
Phone ringing, they calling
I'm whippin' up, put the fork in
'Til the dough reach enormous
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that
And the warlord come with the warlord chat
Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back
Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that
Can't turn on people and try come back
Nah likkle yute, man it don't work like that
Man, fuck what you heard, man it work like that
Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that
I know you heard about us on the curb
If I said that I got bro then that's my word
Wrist work, flexin' 'til it hurts
With the driver, whizzin' and skrr
Take a next step, put it in thirds
Call up, call up, in the corner, corner
They can hold no search
Top Boy, I'm cooler
When you see the name, gotta big it up first
Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr
Baby birth, then man lift off skirt
I see your girl chillin' man's Merc
Section Season, fuck what you heard
There's something that I think you should know
I been on the edge, man I beg you please don't push me bro
See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
I told 'em a million times
Us man are in control
Theresa knows Britain is mine
On the frontpage covered in gold
I tried to show man wah gwan
See my man rubbing his nose
Now man have got life on track
Them man are still out there troubling hoes
Oh no
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Fuck what you heard
My G's are the worst
Diss me, that's a curse
Late night on a purge
Four man in a Merc
Door slam and then burst
The lyrics to Skepta's song "Worst" featuring Section Boyz focus on the street code of loyalty and gang culture. The line "Fuck what you heard, my G's are the worst" highlights the notion that the gang members' reputation precedes them and that they are not to be underestimated. The lyrics also mention money, power, and respect, which is a common theme in hip-hop culture. Additionally, the lyrics mention violence and illegal activities such as purging, trapping and putting in work, making a hole in a shirt, and grabbing a tool (a gun).
The song mostly focuses on how Skepta and Section Boyz's reputation is not just based on rumors or hearsay, but are earned through their exploits as gang members. They assert their control over their territory and do not hesitate to take action against anyone who disrespects them. The song also touches on their sexual exploits, as they reference a girl popping it and twerking, and mention slugging (having sex) with girls. The lyrics also mention not trusting anyone outside of their circle, especially informers.
Overall, the song's themes revolve around gang culture, violence, and proving one's loyalty and reputation.
Line by Line Meaning
Fuck what you heard
Disregard any rumors or gossip
Fuck what you heard (what you talkin' 'bout?)
Question the validity of any information that has been shared
My G's are the worst
My friends and associates will do whatever it takes to maintain their reputation
Diss me, that's a curse
If you disrespect me, you will suffer negative consequences
Late night on a purge
Engaging in illegal activity at night
Four man in a Merc
Four people in a Mercedes-Benz
Door slam and then burst
Entering forcefully through a door
I been up in the bits
I've spent time in the dangerous parts of town
Trapboy can't go broke
Someone involved in illegal activities cannot afford to be without money
They hollering for a fix
People are in need of drugs
Manna' back in effect
Things are back to how they used to be
Money, power, respect
The things people desire
Try man for a brick
Attempt to scam someone for money
Hit the rave then I flex
Go to a party and show off
Fuck the word on the curb
Ignore the rumors in the community
I've been up in the game
I have experience in this lifestyle
Put a hole in a shirt
Shoot someone
Man getting lit like a flame
Someone enjoying themselves intensely
On the strip, fuck a search
Avoid being caught by the police
Grab a tool, put in work
Use a weapon to commit a crime
Gyal a pop it and twerk
A woman dancing sexually
Still with gang on the lane
I am still with my group on the street
Doing road, skrr'
Driving fast on the road
See your hoe, I swerve
Avoiding someone's girlfriend
Do a show on your turf
Performing a concert in someone's neighborhood
Stepped in for the search
Stopped for a police search
Man bagged with that bird
Someone caught with illegal drugs
Six braps and then rr rr!
Firing a gun multiple times
Man's road, man's curb
The street and sidewalk belong to everyone in the neighborhood
They clean man's dirt
They handle the dirty work for me
Girly giving man err
A woman giving someone a hard time
Out ere looking skrr'
I'm out here looking cool
Trackie un-der
Wearing a tracksuit
If I touch her, she gon' squirt
If I have sex with her, she will orgasm
When I lose, I come first
Even when I lose, I am still better than everyone else
Purple, smokin'
Smoking marijuana
Mix the Henny, make a potion
Mixing cognac and other substances
Hit the road on a mad ting
Going out and having a great time
Cause up bare commotion
Causing a lot of excitement
Ting, loaded
A gun is available
Catch us slugging, get folded
If you confront us, you will suffer harm
Bread, get Hovis
Making money
Run it up and just hold it
Make money and keep it safe
Dem man are informers
These people are providing information to the authorities
Dem man are some talkers
These people are just talking and not taking action
Over here we keep quiet
We do not speak about our illegal activities
I ain't heard or saw shit
I have no knowledge of anything illegal or dangerous
About business, man important
I am focused on building my wealth and reputation
Phone ringing, they calling
People are trying to reach me
I'm whippin' up, put the fork in
I am cooking something and almost finished
'Til the dough reach enormous
I will continue to make money until it is a lot
Gimme likkle this, gimme likkle that
Give me a little bit of everything
And the warlord come with the warlord chat
I am a powerful leader with threatening speech
Got gyal 'pon belly, got gyal 'pon back
I have sex with many women
Come fi murder this riddim, and war 'pon that
I am here to conquer and dominate the music industry
Can't turn on people and try come back
If you betray someone, you cannot expect to be welcomed back
Nah likkle yute, man it don't work like that
I am not a child, I know better
Ay yo my gyal, look on the curb 'pon that
Hey girl, look at what's happening in the neighborhood
I know you heard about us on the curb
You've heard rumors about us in the community
If I said that I got bro then that's my word
If I claim someone as a friend, it is true
Wrist work, flexin' 'til it hurts
Showing off expensive jewelry and watches
With the driver, whizzin' and skrr
Riding around quickly with a friend
Take a next step, put it in thirds
Making more money by expanding your operation
Call up, call up, in the corner, corner
Making phone calls to arrange something
They can hold no search
The police cannot find anything illegal on us
Top Boy, I'm cooler
I am the best in my area
When you see the name, gotta big it up first
My reputation is well-respected and admired
Ain't got one, can't lift man skrr
I cannot be lifted or controlled by anyone
Baby birth, then man lift off skirt
As soon as the baby is born, I am leaving the situation
I see your girl chillin' man's Merc
I see your girlfriend riding in my car
Section Season, fuck what you heard
We are the best in our area, ignore the rumors
There's something that I think you should know
I have something important to share
I been on the edge, man I beg you please don't push me bro
I am close to my limit, please do not provoke me
See I refused to pay attention to you pussyholes
I am ignoring people who are beneath me
You Benihanas, you get chopped up like some sushi rolls
If you mess with me, you will suffer the consequences
I told 'em a million times
I have said it many times before
Us man are in control
We are the ones in power
Theresa knows Britain is mine
I am in charge, not the government
On the frontpage covered in gold
My success and wealth is well-known to everyone
I tried to show man wah gwan
I tried to explain what is happening
See my man rubbing his nose
Someone is using drugs
Now man have got life on track
I am successful and living a good life
Them man are still out there troubling hoes
Some people are still causing problems in the community
Oh no
Oh, no (expression of surprise or disappointment)
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOSEPH OLAITAN ADENUGA, FABAIN BROWNE, JORDAN CARLOS DUNCAN, BRADLEY GEORGE, RYAN JAMES DANIEL LYLE, KEMOY LENORDO RHODEN, TERELL LEE ROOKWOOD
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Here g
@chrispeacock6093
Mr. Markan nah I’m white sorry
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2020 still here
@Warpreacher
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@BondTheOGYT
The beat reminds me of "It ain't safe for the block"
@BondTheOGYT
at some parts
@alarei999
Bond Move from here you COD neek
@khaldrogo6130
Alarei Cant believe people still say the word "neek" to par someone.