They call him Ezio
Comin' for blood
So get your mind right
Gonna make some history
And yup, I think the time’s right
Stuntin' in the limelight
Know it's not his style though
Killer by profession
You can watch the bodies pile, though
Renaissance, Italy
Rome is his backdrop
Closin’ up and folding his enemies
Like a laptop
Comin' from the shadows
You would think he was a Sasquatch
Blade up his sleeve, boy
Poke ya in your soft spot
Power, greed
And don't forget corruption
Piss him off
Prepare to face a murderous eruption
Murderous destruction
Dispatch his opposers
Leader of Assassins
With the world on his shoulders
Rooftop watchman
Ground-level slayer
He's going for number one
Never been a second player
A legend in the making
He's ready to take his place
As the Leader of the Brotherhood
Death without a trace
So it's onto Revelations
It's time for the join up
No time for celebrations
Get your kills and your coins up
Long list of accolades
Time for reflection
Stand tall and turn up
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