[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]