Norman's Theme

[Verse 1 - Milkavelli]  Normal is as normal does, in a white shirt doing as formal does Ey, it’s always us I tell ‘em hush shut your mouth, what’s all the fuss Ey shit, should have thought as much Little man I’m on the ride cause I’m tall enough  Ey, yeah I call your bluff  Fall in love bumping might fall in love If I said it you should know I meant it Ey, don’t get it, you should go and get it  Ey, so generic being photogenic  My face goes all reddish like I fucking over rev it  [Verse 2 - Lee Scott] I’m just your average normal Norman Bad habit forming, tracky sporting Mormon That pours gin and disagrees with Joseph Ever since I smoked that whole ciggaweed and coke spliff There’s no fixing me with chicken fricassee Tripping cause you can’t cure the sickness with a sip of tea  Chilling in debt whilst you live in regret  Forgive me but I keep forgetting to forgive and forget  There isn’t a liberty left for me to take I leave the cake under pressure and eat the steak raw On me way out the door No four four like I just wave like it’s all alright  [Verse 3 - King Grubb] Alright then I came to the fork in the road and had a snack and a splab and that’s that  Back to the track, it’s a matter a fact rappers are whack  I gave you all a chance and now I’m snatching it back The Bruce Banner of rap with acid flashbacks  Tryna sag and relax, still have to react Nice guys, kick your ass and feel bad for your fans I’m the king but the palace is a trap  Carried the whole of (?) on my back  I’ve been the man since a lad  Gin with the pink grapefruit Ting The sound of the ca-ching is like hearing an angel sing   [Verse 4 - Bill Shakes]  No prognosis for the sickness can’t find me right illness  Pull me brain out like what kind of mind is this, twisted Snort a key of magic, breeze through traffic  Cause havoc, an alien landed on the planet  Plod can have it if they want it, wankers Stick up bankers for the cabbage, bad mannered  Gasp for breath like an asthmatic  Inhale the candy, shit hit sweet  Me heart skips to a different beat Listen G, you’ll hit legs like a millipede on speed Guillotine, behead the king and kill the queen  B stands for bubonic  Stacey gave brains, now Sues on it [Verse 5 - Black Josh] I had to tell her it was plutonic Talking shit, who want it? Who? You? Do you want it? I move on it quick, blue Sonic shit Walking round with tartans and a skinhead  That ain’t loud, I get you high off a pinhead  Been smoking weed since I was going Ghyll Head in school Even if I turn to a pill head it’s cool I’m still sweggin' on ya clique  Ellesse, Ellesse got them jezzys on my dick  Blowing off steam, got a kettle on my wrist  Can’t be arsed rolling, eating edibles of piff  [Verse 6 - Sleazy F Baby] Drinking medicine with Sniff DMX in Belly, get you deaded off the clips Was a pusher, burn like Usher, hella berry in my spliff  Urgh, Halle Berry looking bitch Big Labowski, really bout it Living room cloudy, drug deals out the Audi No we never stop, making liquor stops and diddy bop in ya bitch (?) I guess she’ll die cause she said she can’t live without me  Lost my phone but my number still letting count it Yeah the fiends know me I’m drinking smart water I don’t need oceans  [Verse 7 - Stinkin Slumrok]  (?) selling chicken and chips  Brudda move from the spot I need to see what it is  Be that regal little weasel with the wickedest grip  Willing to dip, she needs some dinnies know what it is  Cult for the kids, scumbag prone and fully equipped  To spark up your lip, I ain’t into all the politics bitch  I’m more a get money money, hit honeys, strap spliffs  Fuck a playboy bunny I want twenty slags wit’ me Make sure the battles all runny, better huack better spit Never get my funds, go better duck better dip  Got a whole clique, on some raw shit leaving corpses  And everybody need a munch so first I’ll get some more in  [Verse 8 - Tony Broke] The average six foot, eighteen stone beared weird male Sending death threats to enemies via email  Hulking figure in the corner, summer fold gilet with a gilo  Team next to the DJ with a kilo, of all Whites lemonade The DJs drop bombs well I get your pins with live grenades  The quiet type of riots, remove goods from windows  And ride off, into the sunset like western gringos  And reappear in the sequel, before the trailer for the main flick  With a side chick for my main chick  Look mum I made it I fix shit to break it, no war I’ll wage it  Felt the agony of defeat but couldn’t taste it