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to be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white, Bustopher Jones in white
Bustopher Jones in white spats

So much in this way passes Bustopher's day

Heartbeat Props

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!

Mr. Jones

Mike Jones

My 64/Mr. Jones

2007

the key to that Boat
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that ho rick Rick Ross (Ross) (Ha ha ha

Brummell of Cats
And we're all of us proud to
Be nodded or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white
Bustopher Jones in white
Bustopher Jones in white spats

So,

Mr. Jones

Elvin Jones

Live at the Village Vanguard

1968

away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by

the phone up in his hand.

Each time the County Sheriff stopped by
A part of Mr. Jones would die
And from his eyes the tears began to run
And he began to pray

or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats

In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names
Is the name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us

Adul-Jabbar, the Black Panther Party, James Earl Jones
The FOIs, nucka, Howard E. Rollins, sister Naomi, yeah, nuff respect!

And I got love for white people and
Black people, Brown people
Native American, Indigenous people
Cause we're all saved by the blood, but don't label me

Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!

Like Dwight Howard
Smoking on that reefer smoke Sliding through the city slow
Fit black and white
With a little bit of indigo
Nina on my hip
Please don't

oh, oh)
In a reckless necklace and a little black dress
And possibly nothing more

Your fingers in my hair now, lingering there
Knowing just what

on my palm screamin', "Fight"
Change the policy, before I buy back our property
You love Black Panther but not Fred Hampton
Word to the Howards

the color of their skin –
That good man’s name – John Howard Griffin

John was a white man
Who just had to know
How it feels to be a black man
In the land

Yellow Brick Road

Eminem

Encore

2004

to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind 
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line

Albert of Monaco at the soirée
Damn!

Jehst:
I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats
that rock black suits and bowler hats
Playing Jack Jones tracks

Hold On

Lou Reed

New York

1989

There's blacks with knives and whites with guns
fighting in Howard Beach
There's no such thing as human rights
when you walk the N.Y. streets

L' is Gone

Ayana

No Seeds, No Stems, Just Hits

When we were introduced by your girl Ruth
I knew that you got down skin caramel complexion, lips chocolate brown
(I'm wonderin' now)
Ugh, would

WAV Files

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

me
Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That's a roll offshore like an A.P
Davy, Jones' locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship

on floor, all wet and ratchet, she want figuero jones, she want me to mash it 

VERSE 2 (Black Napoleon) 
Bitch run up safe I need hunninds and hunnids 
For

'Cuz I'm leaving
Mr. Jones County
He's as Stuck on these roads
As the painted white lines
I'm flying by
Mr. Jones County
And that crown he wears
Is only

Backwoods, only do Bones (go)
Sometimes I cone if she out on the golf field
It was white like snow it stood out at the show
I made 250 cash in three days

that crack music (nigga) , uh
That real Black music (nigga)
The only singles that I'm
Dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white briefs

of the night
In the cadi it was black
Not the car it was white
With the pale moon to watch
85 to 26
Compton bridge to Howard gap
And I swear ain't nobody