CHINO - THE ARCHITECT

Flushing nights, quiet kid in class

Bullies laughed but I studied their mask

Every insult turned blueprint cold

Now the city’s a system I hold

Two mothers raised me sharp and proud

Modest home but the mind too loud

Public calm like a monk in prayer

Private demon nobody aware

Respect the code, loyalty first

Cross that line and the devil burst

I negotiate kings and crime

But kid traffickers die on time

Architect moves, silent command

Cities reshape under my hand

Respect the code or vanish tonight

Empires built from barroom fights

“woo” “architect” “Flushing king”

Quiet storm in a tailored suit

Chessboard mind when I execute

Seven kings gonna rule this map

Sanctuary never collapse

Bar fight night where legends start

British shadow and Latin heart

Queens prophet standing tall

Bodies dropped when the rivals fall

But two eyes watching from afar

Chinese fire like morning star

Russian winter silent stare

Ghost of snow in platinum hair

City whispers my design

Every borough in my mind

Architect never screams or shouts

He simply moves… and history routes.