Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
And it`s beautiful, that`s life and that`s life
Erykah Badu, “Humble Mumble”
You know them hospitals all trying to get paid, no questions
hear come the doctors with they drugs, trying to do c-sections
But my baby stays strong, in labor for yay long
eight-pound baby boy, to carry my name on, joy!
Talib Kweli, “Joy”
While y'all drink the similac
My rhymes are breast-fed
No artificial nipples
I flip the real skills
I thought I told you once
I kick the lyrical windmills
Jurassic 5, “Concrete school yard”
I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed
A Tribe Called Quest, “God lives through”
Let me kick it most importantly trick-nology
Leave that similac alone, breast feed your seeds
The gift of motherhood, you pass on your antibodies
Defense against sickness, unwanted virus
Realize we came to this land by savage pirates
Afu-Ra “Self Mastery”
You probably breastfed
'Cause you look
all healthy
Me’Shell Ndegeocello, “Pocketbook”
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