Raps by the N.B.F.M.

One:

Pretend for moment That I'm really legit,

Reppin' I-hood and giving rappers fits.

Dropping sick rhymes and groovin' to the beat,

People saying that the kid is ridicuosly street.

Never had to scuffle to make it to the top,

Never had to struggle to make my rhymes pop.

Then memberin' the things going so bad,

Praises come and went, left feelin' like a fad.

I'm all alone, wihout a single friend,

Joys ain't coming, so I gotta pretend.

Head hurtin' so I try a ball game swish,

Air ball, so thinkin' and waitin' for a wish.

and Two:

BFM, the name is what you gonna be feelin'

Don't dribble close cuz I be stealin',

Ball games, your girl, anything I seein'

You can't stop me, Cuz i'm in position,

To take over the world, one game at time,

Dude's be trippin', chick's sayin' im fine.

But they ain't frontin', they ain't lyin'

My sick rhymes got other rapper's cryin'.

Before you get on, stop and think for minute,

You'll get your chance, now juss lemme finish.

Came into the world, with 'Tucky on top,

Now running with The Wall, dimes on the drop,

Anything you can do, I can do better,

Like Em said in 8Mile, im runnin' with chedda.

So when they say they game me, I say let 'em

They'll try their best, and then get all fed up.

We'll see who stays on top of this lil rap mountian,

I'm the Niagara falls, baby you're just a fountain.

When you bridge falls down and you be drownin'

Come see me flyin high and start my clownin'.