[Chorus: Busdriver]
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than... I did the running man, too
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nThat's why I [?}
\n
\n[Verse 1: Nocando]
\nMy flow's hot summertime muggy
\nThe beats glitched out like the program's buggy
\nOn this chick's heart in my hand like putty
\nDress so fresh, man, call me Dougie
\nMan, all of the puzzle pieces locked within my double helix
\nI was on this other shit as a troubled kid
\nBad to the bone, meet orthopedics
\nCovert middle is my name, operation my last
\nElite street genius is my [?]
\nFather said tomorrow never dies
\nAnd that's all we have, so I did the math
\nMuthafuck the past, too
\nIn the past three roles, the reluctant protagonist is how they cast me
\nBecause of my savage and battered ego
\nI'm just a vet like the man in Grand Torino
\nThese rappers are no threat like a land-dispatched torpedo
\nI'm a Family Guy, big up to Cleveland, Giggity Quagmire, and handicapped police joke
\nCatch me in Koreatown eating badly wrapped burritos
\nWith a four-sided cutie and a Randy-ass libido
\n
\n[Chorus: Nocando]
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nAnd I ain't never been parallel to you
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nMany are called, chosen are few
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\n[?]
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\n
\n[Verse 2: Busdriver]
\nSo [?] word bank, yet you do no homework
\nYou work at a sperm bank, serving frozen yogurt
\nAnd they scream, "At last Driver gets enough love"
\nYour plans backfire while you nut-hug
\nA thumbs up [?] interchangeable with a pacifier or a buttplug
\nWon't act similar in a gorilla death match
\nMy shit is crazy like [?]
\nIt's not my fault that you bleed vanilla extract, your skin is wet-naps
\n[?]
\n[?] aftershave, pizza crust, and Christmas trees
\nHaving you pick [?] fleas off fitted jeans
\nPlayin' Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon
\nBut not me, they call me Mr. Freeze, I turn ministries into lemonade stands
\n[?] but I never raised hands
\nSo I examine your head with an X-ray scan
\nSaw little girls at a summer camp
\nMine has a [?] Billy Club and a pepper spray can
\nShouting "Your days are numbered, tramp!"
\nHey, cracker jack before he dragged your rap [?] swagger jack
\nClicked your heels when that sick pig squeals
\nGrab your sack, then pay the rapper tax
\nThis is what happens [?]
\nInstead of rapping
\nBetween two Tijuana [?] and a twilight [?]
\n'Twas the night Blowedians make your twerp tweak
\nI'm more than Pulitzer winner every nuclear winter in your work week
\nBecause I'm other than
\nAssume that I smoke crack when I sing my high notes that'll crack [?] spinal tap
\n
\n[Chorus: Nocando and Busdriver]
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nAnd I ain't never been parallel to you
\n[?]
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nMany are called, chosen are few
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\n[?]
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nI'm on that other, I'm on that new
\nI'm somethin' brand new, I'm other than you
\nI'm somethin' brand new, I'm other than you
\nI'm somethin' brand new, I'm other than you
\nI'm... I did the running man, too
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\nI'm other than you, I'm somethin' brand new
\n
\n{Verse 3: Alpha MC]
\nI be yellin' at hoes, Celebratin' Ramadan [?] during Beverely Hills
\nI need to do a dance-athon after sippin' a little Patrone at the bar
\nWanna front [?] credit cards
\nWeird black dudes if you wanna be cool, you should take my card and come to my seminar
\nWant to get pussy, you ain't gotta get a car
\nYou just gotta find where the rich bitches are
\nHave your wingman be a friend with a car
\nMiss Mary Mack had a very big rack with a Cadillac and blackberry to match
\nI hit it and ran and never called back
\nBut it was all good 'cause she buried the hatch
\nAnd I can do that 'cause I'm on some way other
\nAnd this ironic, 'cause I'm the nigga you used to make fun of\n\n
