Bait Face Wiley (Ft. Scratchy)

[Hook: Scratchy & Wiley]
My face is bait, I can't hide it
I make the beat sound better when I ride it
We're top of the game, they don't like it
I hit the road everyday like a cyclist
They can't battle with us, we're like vikings
Freestyle straight off the brain with no writin'
When I get off the plane, I'm still flyin'
Dem man are at the bottom of the food chain, cryin'

[Verse 1: Wiley]
Jump onstage lookin' for a reload with your best bar
And don't get one, that's hype
That means the crowd don't wanna hear you on the mic
For some reason, they're thinkin' that's hype
All they wanna do is sit and hear who they like
I've been killin' sets in the middle of the night
My lyrical flow is flyin' high up like a kite
That's why you can't touch it 'cause we are not alike
I walk in the place like, "Everybody's better than me
Hmm, sike", yeah, that's hype
I can ride riddim as good as I ride bikes
Small bikes, mountain bikes and power bikes
But if I add flash for the wheelie
And drop down, bro, that's hype
Even though I'm used to doin' what I like
Some of what I do is right or it's hype