[Intro – dark bass creeping in, distant city ambience] Yo… Who dat deh? Fikin… I mean - fikin Nah, nah… Yuh better know di name. From Russia wid di cold inna har blood… Mi likkle sista step out— It’s fucking Tina ! [Beat drops] [Verse 1 – cool, cocky flow] Black boots touch road, whole street get nervous, Tina roll through like she own di surface. Cold likkle stare, but di energy wicked, One wrong move — whole mood get shifted. Mi seh, “Sista, weh we heading tonight?” She seh, “Anywhere — just follow di lights.” No map, no plan, no need fi behave, Two mad souls pon a midnight wave. [Pre-Hook] From Moscow frost to di pine forest Likkle sista step clean, but di mind lawless Whole place turn when she walk inside, If dem never know before— Dem know tonight. [Hook – huge, catchy, cold delivery] It’s fucking Tina … (Tina…) Tell dem again — It’s fucking Tina ! (Tina…) Likkle sista roll wid di Shaman tonight, City too small when di two unite. It’s fucking Tina … (Tina…) Громче! — It’s fucking Tina … No sleep, no fear, just trouble an style, We mash up di city wid a wicked likkle smile. [Verse 2 – sharper, playful swagger] Taxi pull up — nah, keep dat running, Tina seh, “Брат, tonight we coming.” Bass from di club make di pavement shake, One more stop? Nah — whole city awake. She got dat Russian “don’t test me” face, Mi got di smoke-dark Shaman grace. Different blood, different tongue, same flame, Walk through di door — everybody know di name. No fake hype, no internet crown, Real ones quiet when di bass touch down. Mi look pon sista, sista look pon me— “Ready?” “Блять… погнали!” [Hook – huge, catchy, cold delivery] It’s fucking Tina … (Tina…) Tell dem again — It’s fucking Tina ! (Tina…) Likkle sista roll wid di Shaman tonight, City too small when di two unite. It’s fucking Tina … (Tina…) Громче! — It’s fucking Tina … No sleep, no fear, just trouble an style, We mash up di city wid a wicked likkle smile. [Beat switch – heavy drums, stripped bass] [Bridge – half spoken, menacing but playful] Likkle sista… Yuh hear dem talking? Let dem talk. Cold from Russia. Dark from di Shaman. One city. One night. Bad combination. [Hook – huge, catchy, cold delivery] It’s fucking Tina … (Tina…) Tell dem again — It’s fucking Tina ! (Tina…) Likkle sista roll wid di Shaman tonight, City too small when di two unite. It’s fucking Tina … (Tina…) Громче! — It’s fucking Tina … No sleep, no fear, just trouble an style, We mash up di city wid a wicked likkle smile. [Outro – bass fading, laughing / street ambience] Mi likkle sista… Fikin&Tina. Remember di fucking name. Тина…
