2010 (Grow)

[Verse 1] Peace to them that made 2010 '09 Clark Gabled; gone with the wind A new beginning as the decade begins This time start stable, dawn will ascend And in the sunrise some guys lay around Some guys play around, over and out, going down When they should be coming up Grind out like crushed ground pepper grinders Tarantino grind house You will find out, when you leave the past behind now Focus on the future, that it's right now Fool, you been in the new millenium For ten years and some things done changed The internet assisted, then destroyed independents 7-figure tycoons burned big business Now everybody's broke The richest are enriched with creativity; Aristocratic, Artistic [Hook] From young to old, 2010's the year we grow Up from the soul, just breathe in, be clear, and grow We unfamous And we never let what we want change us 2010 is when my team rush game, cuz [Verse 2] Yes, it's Anacron on vocals, Anacron on sax; Keys and breakbeats, Caribou on the track We live artistically, there's a truth spawned in fact Luxurious living leaves no luxury to relax Goin in 24/7 in the year 2010 The year when underground peers see the sun again The music's fun again, and we celebrate innovation Hip-Hop won't die if you believe in reincarnation ...and this jam is Easter Sunday I'm the priest for one day, please release your glum ways And have some faith -- Chuuuuuch! You'll sho'nuff blow up, fo' much Maintain the bustle let it flow, no muscle Rustle up the skill for managing multiple hustles Stay true to the way you forever did it Don't forget, the sky's the limit 2010's the time to get it Now, grow [Hook]