Intro:
Aw, yeah... It's like this... It's G. O. A. L. S, baby. Back up in the mother$#&@in' studio. One time for you mother$#&@in' gamers. We represent the $$#assin's Creed... Know what I'm sayin'? They don't know %#@! about this. It's for the whole guild.


-Verse 1 (Rorschach):
(Ayo!)
My hidden blade causes a chain reaction

to get you all relaxin'. It's the homocidal maniac in action.
But, I am a braniac, son. All your moves lack attraction.
You looked insanely wrecked when just a fraction of my blade stung.

My kill-skills got you runnin' for hills.
I travel with my knife right through your spine like butter. Still,
I'm slayin' fields of guards. I'll get this country disinfected.

Twistin' necks of templars 'till their spinal column's disconnected.
I'll sweep the deck with you. Check my monologue.
Turn your alarm system up, twist it up! Bombs mean I vanish in clouds of smoke.

I'm here to rid the world of all its contamination.
I'll start with examanation of plans to save my nation.
I'm always acin' all guard evasions.

I hit the alleyways in the back when I do my interogations.
When my guild declares invasion,
there is no time to be stare'n'gazin', we turn the city to a baren wasteland.


-Chorus:
Our skill's infinite!

You heard of the Creed? We were sent from it!
We went to it, servin' our purpose as murderin' instruments.
Never felt the need to repent for it.

And if we fail a mission, we'll make another attemt at it!
Our skill is infinite!


-Verse 2 (Here4U):
(Cut this.)
I let my blade commence, so I can cut the sense in your elite defense.

I got some limbs to mince, a crew to stomp and never get to rinse!
I great my snitch, the lady. I kill the royal fans.
I foil plans and leave blood leaking from all of them.

My coil hands around these swords are lethal.
One thought in my cerebral will send the eagle to scout your people.
The kings are feeble. I'm here to cause some pandemonium.

Take out the royal army and stand the only one!
Imitator. Intimidator. Terminator. Simulator of data. Eliminator.
There's never been a greater $$#assin, so their wishes

are meant for Jesus; to send someone who can kill this
artist, and not come back in pieces.
Mr. Da Vinci releases masterpieces to improve my skills and eases

my missions mentally, stealthily, violent-ly, instrumentally,
with entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite!


-Chorus:
You heard of the Creed? We were sent from it!
We went to it, servin' our purpose as murderin' instruments.

Never felt the need to repent for it.
And if we fail a mission, we'll make another attemt at it!
Our skill is infinite!

You heard of the Creed? We were sent from it!
We went to it, servin' our purpose as murderin' instruments.
Never felt the need to repent for it.

And if we fail a mission, we'll make another attemt at it!
Our skill is infinite!