Pravda by Pravda Lyrics
[Verse 1: Liam]
Pravda
Bet you gonna suffer
Steaming hot knowledge served fresh as your supper
Blistering aesthetics and a message make you wonder
The raconteurs of messages that make the others shudder
We got the best of the best and the finest of the finest
Creamy ass beats, like police, might get violent
So take a knee and bend it cause this is how it starts
The tale of four scientists obsessed with the arts
Two were young philosophers of the metaphysical kind
One a master on the strings, productive to the mind
From the depths of London he mastered his craft and
Chose to pursue
A masters in rap
The next an individual from LUX
His mind was a camera fed on K.Dot and Wes
Came to the kingdom like the word of the blessed
And now he’s here to tear it up with a visual finess
One an engineering fella, dreams and aspirations to
Learn the craft of fabrics for a fashionable invention, who
Never skipped a beat even when he skipped classes
Techno and hip hop two of his major facets
Finally, your boy, on the microphone is present
A poet to core, but a geek with a presence
Instrumental madness with the food I bring
And Im finna catch a K for the crew I’m in
It’s nuffin
Pravda innit
Fucking truth innit
[Verse 2: Edward]
Talons down, four horsemen, on the ground, yeah we gun your assumptions down
Hypocrisy dripping, plutocracy trippin’, there ain’t a lie left to tell, and we know how you treated Jerome
You chat in the avis, vis-a-vis a visa, within a week he'd be down on his knees scrubbing floors in some home
But the time has come, like your sphinx worn down, sands of time in your eyes, you a dead man
Turned the food of love into an industry, now the pitchforks gleam outside your property
Yeah you lie and thieve, a clown trying hard to subjugate, legislate, we just need to turn up to congregate, conjugate
Have our thoughts in the masses by lunchtime, who thought an ideology could be so far past its prime (yh)
From the farthest reaches of the globe, say it:
[Chorus]
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other
Pravda
Bet you gonna suffer
Steaming hot knowledge served fresh as your supper
Blistering aesthetics and a message make you wonder
The raconteurs of messages that make the others shudder
We got the best of the best and the finest of the finest
Creamy ass beats, like police, might get violent
So take a knee and bend it cause this is how it starts
The tale of four scientists obsessed with the arts
Two were young philosophers of the metaphysical kind
One a master on the strings, productive to the mind
From the depths of London he mastered his craft and
Chose to pursue
A masters in rap
The next an individual from LUX
His mind was a camera fed on K.Dot and Wes
Came to the kingdom like the word of the blessed
And now he’s here to tear it up with a visual finess
One an engineering fella, dreams and aspirations to
Learn the craft of fabrics for a fashionable invention, who
Never skipped a beat even when he skipped classes
Techno and hip hop two of his major facets
Finally, your boy, on the microphone is present
A poet to core, but a geek with a presence
Instrumental madness with the food I bring
And Im finna catch a K for the crew I’m in
It’s nuffin
Pravda innit
Fucking truth innit
[Verse 2: Edward]
Talons down, four horsemen, on the ground, yeah we gun your assumptions down
Hypocrisy dripping, plutocracy trippin’, there ain’t a lie left to tell, and we know how you treated Jerome
You chat in the avis, vis-a-vis a visa, within a week he'd be down on his knees scrubbing floors in some home
But the time has come, like your sphinx worn down, sands of time in your eyes, you a dead man
Turned the food of love into an industry, now the pitchforks gleam outside your property
Yeah you lie and thieve, a clown trying hard to subjugate, legislate, we just need to turn up to congregate, conjugate
Have our thoughts in the masses by lunchtime, who thought an ideology could be so far past its prime (yh)
From the farthest reaches of the globe, say it:
[Chorus]
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other
Justice, Pravda, Freedom, Pravda
The best way known, there isn’t any other