"Can't Be Stopped" is that "triumph" song. It was made while I was finishing my last album.
Youthful soul/hip-hop...
Frontline Productions is a record label ran out of my dorm room at Savannah State University. I, Young Child, handle 99 percent of the production. The other 1 percent is handled by outside producers for my other artists. Frontline's artists include Young Child (myself), Big Nick, and Suave Calione. The music you'll be hearing though, is that of myself, Young Child.
Story behind the song
I wrote the song after I got into a freestyle battle with a rival of mine. This was the third occasion that we battled, and he won neither. I simply made something to let him know that I could not be stopped at all.
Lyrics
You see the way I put the beat together
Take a song from way back and make it last forever
Lyrics playin’ in your brain like Cingular ring tones
I’m back in Savannah, my nigga, the king’s home
All of these amateurs be actin’ like the king’s gone
What’ll never leave me is the crown and the king’s throne
These cats said I couldn’t make songs for the thugs
But the thugs is the main ones that’s showin’ me the love
Pitchin’ CD’s on the block used to be my main hustle
Until they said, “Young, on the beats, they can’t touch you”
But cats is still starvin’ for some product from the kid
‘Cause I spit it how they get it and they get it how they live
If you wit’ it, what it is, come and holla at the man
‘Bout to put the MAC on the map and rock it for the fans
I ain’t stoppin’ at a grand, my momma need a home
I just can’t be stopped now, playboy, I’m in the zone
I gotta drop one more for the team
Money’ll never move me, but I still go for the green
I’m so dope, homie, when I keep my focus, it seems
Like I ain’t gon’ never quit rapping, I’ma flow by any means
A strong-arm persona, get the job done
You better stop frontin’, talkin’ ‘bout you gonna rob somethin’
Ain’t gon’ rob nothing, a nigga like you get scared by the time the cops come
Got my spot in the game, I occupy the top one
Meaning I already got one and you should be lookin’
My flow is like smelling what the Rock’s got cookin’
So in order to avoid the eminent smackdown
Put the ‘Line in your mouth and respect the MAC-town
‘Cause I ain’t tryna rap and not see a fat profit
You thinkin’ Young doing it for free, you better stop it
Frontline soldiers, ain’t nobody colder
Running up on the kid is how you get folded up
‘Cause Frogg told me I’m the king of the MAC
The ol’ school was left behind, so now I’m bringing it back
The haters said I was wack, what kind of opinion is that?
Knowin’ that I’m bound to sell a million, after that, it’s a wrap
With all the yappin’, you’ll get slapped quicker than you arrived
But I’m hearing clappin’ and applause when I’m spitting it live
They don’t really know what to do with Young, they gotta sit and decide
Some cats be callin’ me JT Money ‘cause I’m hittin’ ‘em high
Hittin’ ‘em low, got the beats that be getting it so crunk
You know what’s up, what you think I’m spittin’ these sentences for?
Need an anthem? You can get it to go
Need a hit? All I need is three minutes to flow
My hit maker status is proven, been gettin’ the doe
‘Nother word out of your mouth, you gon’ get it fa’ sho
I spit flames, muthafucka, you should already know
‘Cause you past due for ass-whoopins, I’m ready to blow
