“Round 2” Lyrics by Skepta is a latest English song in the voice of Skepta. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Round 2” song lyrics are also written by Skepta. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. In “Round 2”, Skepta fires back at Joyner Lucas with a sharp, confident diss track. He mocks Joyner’s response time, questions his credibility, and calls out his style and relevance. Skepta makes it clear he sees Joyner as desperate for attention and not on his level, flexing his own success and influence while tearing down Joyner’s bars, image, and attempts at clashing.
Round 2 Lyrics
[Intro]
What do we think of Joyner? (S*it!)
What do we think of s*it? (Joyner!)
Thank you! (That’s alright!)
(Ba*tard, ba*tard)
(Joyner Lucas, you ba*tard)
Yeah
Big Smoke, SK
This ain’t even a UK-US ting
It’s me and you, Joyner
You get me?
You fell for the bait
Let me show you how to clash
Now you’re the b!tch
[Verse]
You said there weren’t a debate, now everybody#x27;s in two minds
Man of my word, killed you with two lines
You took a week for the weakest diss
Whoever giving you info needs to resign
Ain’t safe out here, this a fu*king clash
You’re on the front cover, tryna get your face out there
Take off the flag, you don’t hold weight ’round there
Round one could’ve been yours, you ba*tard
Gave it to you on a plate, man, you know me, I’m reckless
Little b!tch, all you had to do was finish your breakfast
Instead you drop a track full of cap, it’s hilarious
Said you didn’t wanna do it, but you practically begged us
You know I don’t hit women, I’m s*xist
Tory don’t care, he was beating you senseless
The gloves came off, sent you to the dentist
With your own flow, hit you in your liver, you’re legless
You wanna label me anything, call me relentless
Kill you by myself, I don’t need the Avengers
Show you the ropes and after I merk you
You’re really gonna hope nobody remembers
“Friendly Fire” was a jab, had to give ’em a tetanus
Now I apply the pressure until he surrenders
You ain’t been Tottenham, you don’t know the members
You ain’t got a catalogue that’s as cold as Skepta’s
What the fu*k is a Joyner Lucas?
My name’s Big Smoke, so you know that my chest got loads of mucus
I spit that crack
Make a rapper get vexed, wanna phone the shooters
No substance in your flows, you’re useless
Course I’m gonna kill him, I got no excuses
Even America don’t wanna hear your impersonations
You’re a nuisance
They left you on Skid Row, fungal infection in your big toe
Sorry, I know business been slow
Left you spitting your s*it flows and ripped clothes
Doing your Slim Shady karaoke, it’s a s*itshow
I said that I’ma win and I meant it
You only make hits rapping from another guy’s perspective
Now they gassing, they’re saying you ain’t nothing to mess with
And I’m like, “ain’t this the guy that you neglected?”
Left him for dead, broke, sleeping on benches
Top ten, top twenty, never selected
Said I wanted to clash with somebody respected
Album’s out now, guess he needs the attention
You got no influence and no aura
Look around the word, see a million Skeptas
I do it for the underdogs and all the psyched-out n!ggas
In the world that can see the pretenders
I feel like André 3K
They’re making fun of my accent, but I’m winning this either way
I feel like an outcast, cool
‘Cause they could never out-class me, I have the last laugh
And sometimes, I feel like I’m Master P
No limit, it’s all on me, who gonna laugh at me?
I get money, I feel like 50
I put a stop to the jokes now and I keep a young buck with me
Keep it rap, nobody wants a buck-fifty
ADHD 2 out now, Joyner
Tell your manager to get in touch with me
I don’t do free promos, so fu*k with me
You can ask Devilman how I get busy
Have my young Gs run up in your house with the missy
I can’t believe I’m dissing this guy, like, who is he?
I know nobody cares, why you sound like Drizzy?
I’m triple-platinum in America
It’s time I bring in the triplets
He tried to scare me, said he was a lyricist
I’m the teacher, giving out certificates
Teach you how to get away with murder, trust
You’re Viola Davis, she learnt from us
You gotta make sure that your bars are tough
Keep punching until the ref’ says enough, forget the funny stuff
Keep Islam out your mouth
You can’t bring ham to a bad man
You don’t know where your lady is
My lady’s with me, chilling in the caf, Dan
I don’t wish I was anything else
I’m a British-Nigerian Black man
Why would I wish I was you when you wanna be Eminem?
Blud, you’re the Black Stan
You’re just a fan, so I’m spinning you ’round, then I’m sitting you down
You tryna get info, you been ringing around
I grew up on YouTube, got millions now
Can’t cap on my name, haven’t you figured it out?
Since fourteen, I’ve been living the dream
Fans addicted, ’cause I’ve been spitting that morphine
See me in your dreams and I already know
What you’re gonna say ’cause you got snitches on your team
Said I’m on drügs and I’m like “LOL”
‘Cause nobody’s known me to sniff
Said that I’m broke
But the Virgil Maybach alone proves you don’t know s*it
Said I wore a dress
More Internet lies and I’m like, “Please show me the pic”
Can we please just come with the facts
Or we call it two-nil? And I’m over with this
[Outro]
(Oh, Joyner’s a ba*tard)
How you drop a track full of cap?
(Oh, Joyner’s a ba*tard)
It was there on a plate
(Oh, Joyner’s a ba*tard)
“Nobody Cares” sounding like
“Back To Back” from Alibaba
(Oh, Joyner’s a ba*tard)
You got personality disorder, bro, come with the facts
(Oh, Joyner’s a ba*tard)
Not rubbish you found on the Internet, or it’s over
Been laughing at you bots for years
(Oh, Joyner’s a ba*tard)
If it ain’t facts, I’m not hearing it
Two-nil, I’m gone
(Oh, Joyner’s a ba*tard)
Round 2 Video
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Round 2 Lyrics Meaning
[Intro]
Skepta starts off by mocking Joyner Lucas in a chant-style call-and-response, basically calling him trash in a playful but aggressive way. He sets the tone by calling Joyner a “ba*tard” and makes it clear this isn’t about a UK vs. US rivalry—this is personal. He accuses Joyner of falling for the setup and now, in Skepta’s eyes, Joyner’s the one looking weak. Skepta’s ready to show him how a real lyrical battle is done.
[Verse]
Skepta jumps in by pointing out how Joyner claimed there wasn’t a competition, but now even fans are unsure who’s winning. He says he already won with just a few lines, while Joyner took a whole week to come back with a weak diss track. Skepta even calls out whoever is advising Joyner, saying they’re doing a terrible job.
He makes it clear this isn’t friendly—this is war. Joyner’s trying hard to get noticed, even putting himself on covers, but Skepta says that doesn’t mean anything where he’s from. He suggests he actually gave Joyner the first round out of generosity, but Joyner didn’t use it well. Skepta jokes that instead of coming with something solid, Joyner dropped a track full of lies, and it was funny how badly he handled it.
Skepta even jokes about Joyner begging for the battle despite pretending he didn’t want it. He brings up Tory Lanez, referencing how Tory beat Joyner in a rap battle before. Skepta says he’s using Joyner’s own flow against him and attacking with precision. He wants people to remember that he didn’t need help to defeat Joyner—no Avengers squad, just him alone doing damage.
He recalls “Friendly Fire” (his earlier diss) being just a small jab, like a light warning shot. Now he’s coming full force. Skepta also throws shade at Joyner’s street credibility, saying he’s never really been to Tottenham or knows the real people there. He laughs at the idea that Joyner’s music catalog could ever compare to his own.
He takes a jab at Joyner’s name, acting like it’s irrelevant. When Skepta says “Big Smoke,” he’s making a play on his own nickname and flexing that his presence is heavy, dangerous even. He claims his rhymes are so strong they make other rappers angry enough to want to retaliate violently. He says Joyner’s music has no real message and calls him useless as a rapper.
He even jokes that Americans are tired of Joyner’s fake voices and impressions, calling him a nuisance. Skepta paints a sad picture of Joyner’s career—saying he’s been abandoned, broke, and performing trash music in ripped clothes. He even compares Joyner to someone doing bad Eminem karaoke and says it’s embarrassing.
Skepta confidently says he called his win in advance and criticizes Joyner for only finding success when he copies other people’s perspectives. Then he mocks how people are now hyping Joyner up, even though they used to ignore him. He reminds Joyner that he was left out in the cold, literally sleeping on benches, and was never picked for any top lists.
Skepta says he wanted to battle someone who had real respect and influence, implying Joyner’s not that guy. He figures Joyner is only doing this now because he wants attention for his new album. Skepta says Joyner lacks both impact and presence, and that there are tons of rappers like Skepta all over the world—he’s not a copy of anyone.
He says he represents the underdogs and the outcasts, and that he knows how to spot people who are fake. Skepta compares himself to André 3000, another artist often treated as an outsider, and admits people may make fun of his British accent, but he’s still going to win this. He even welcomes being an outcast because nobody can top him. He compares his hustle and control to Master P and says he’s self-made and not to be laughed at.
Then he switches gears and compares himself to 50 Cent, talking about money and how he rolls with people who are ready to protect him. He warns Joyner not to take it outside of music—he’s here for rap, not real violence. Skepta points out Joyner’s album, “ADHD 2”, and jokes that Joyner should have his manager call him if he wants promo, but he doesn’t work for free.
He brings up an older beef with Devilman to show how he’s handled things before and warns Joyner that his crew is active. He’s baffled he’s even wasting his time with Joyner, asking “who is this guy?” He says Joyner’s style sounds like Drake and that no one really cares. Skepta brags about going triple-platinum in the U.S. and says it’s time to drop even more music.
Joyner tried to scare him by calling himself a lyrical beast, but Skepta laughs at that and says he’s the one handing out lessons. He references *How to Get Away with Murder* and compares himself to Viola Davis’s character, saying he’s the one that taught everyone how to go hard. His advice: your bars need to hit hard and you should keep going until someone stops the fight.
He then demands that Joyner leave religion, especially Islam, out of the battle, saying that’s a line you don’t cross. He flexes again by saying he knows where his girl is while Joyner doesn’t, and that his own girl is relaxing with him. He says he’s proud of being a British-Nigerian Black man and has no desire to be anyone else, unlike Joyner, who tries too hard to be like Eminem.
He calls Joyner the “Black Stan,” basically calling him a hardcore fan who’s obsessed and delusional. Skepta says he’s spinning Joyner around, confusing him, while Joyner’s team scrambles for info. Skepta reminds him that he’s been killing it on YouTube since he was a teen, and he’s built real success from the ground up. His fans are hooked because his lyrics are that strong—he even says they hit like a drug.
He claims to already know what Joyner’s team is planning because they’ve got snitches leaking info. Skepta laughs off rumors that he’s on drügs or broke, pointing out his expensive Maybach to shut those lies down. He also shuts down another rumor that he wore a dress, challenging Joyner to show proof.
At this point, Skepta’s tired of the nonsense. He says if Joyner can’t come with real facts, then the score’s already 2-0 in Skepta’s favor, and he’s ready to move on.
[Outro]
Skepta closes the track with more taunting, repeating “Joyner’s a ba*tard” in a mocking, chant-like way. He questions how Joyner could come back with such a fake, weak track after everything was basically served to him easily. He jokes that Joyner’s track sounds like a cheap version of Drake’s “Back to Back.” Skepta then says Joyner might have some kind of identity crisis and tells him to stop using lies from the internet. He’s been laughing at online fans (“bots”) for years and makes it clear he’s only dealing with truth, not gossip. Then, with full confidence, he declares the score 2-0 and signs off.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung Round 2 song?
A. Round 2 song is sung by Skepta.
Q. Who wrote Round 2 lyrics?
A. Round 2 lyrics are penned by Skepta.
Q. Who has given the music of Round 2 song?
A. Round 2 music is composed and produced by Skepta.
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