conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Who Gon Stop Me with the following description: This song off 2011’s Watch The Throne is one of the more memorable from that album: a propulsive synth-driven beat meets some of the best lines on the album.
  Allegedly, the beat bit Chiddy Bang’s “I Can’t Stop (Freestyle),” which originally a sample of the song “I Can’t Stop” by Flux Pavillion… but come on… the song was begging to be rapped over. You can’t call it plagiarism, dawg… it’s a sample. That Chiddy got pwned by Pitchfork and WTT ended up on their Best of 2011, well, that shows that execution is everything!
  
  Fun Fact: This song was used in the 2013 movie, The Great Gatsby Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced By Kanye West, Mike Dean & Sak Pase]
  [Refrain: Flux Pavilion]
  I can't stop
  I can't stop
  [Chorus: Kanye West & 
  JAY-Z
  ]
  This is something like the Holocaust
  Millions of our people lost
  Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
  'Til I die, I'ma fuckin' ball
  Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Black cards, black cars, black on black, Black broads
  Whole lotta money in a black bag
  Black strap, you know what that's for
  [Post-Chorus: JAY-Z, 
  Kanye West
   & 
  both
  ]
  Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Yeah, who gon' stop me?
  No brakes, I need State Farm
  So many watches, I need eight arms
  One neck, but got eight charms
  Who gon' stop me, huh? [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  Niggas talking, they bitch-made, ix-nay off my dicks-nay
  That's Pig Latin, itch-bay, who gon' stop me, huh?
  Last night ain't go so well, got kicked up out the hotel
  Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert, yes, tell Howard Cosell
  You just a commentator if you getting paper
  Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
  In some relations, you just supposed to say nothin'
  Heard she fucked the doorman, well, that's cool, I fucked the waitress
  Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that's on one basis
  I only like green faces
  [Chorus: Kanye West & 
  JAY-Z
  ]
  This is something like the Holocaust
  Millions of our people lost
  Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
  'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball
  Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Black cards, black cars, black on black, Black broads
  Whole lotta money in a black bag
  Black strap, you know what that's for
  [Bridge: Kanye West & 
  JAY-Z
  ]
  Y'all weed purple, my money purple
  Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah's circle
  I wrote the verse that I hope'll hurt you (
  Yeah, yeah, let's go
  ) [Verse 2: JAY-Z & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Beat the odds, beat the feds
  It wouldn't be wise to bet against the kid
  Start me broke, I bet I get rich
  Night shift, six to six
  Give me one shot, one pot
  I'll show up in all white wearin' no socks
  No ceiling, new coupe
  They know I'm a dope boy, they don't have no proof
  I'm three steps removed,
   
  I know how to move
  It's looking like I don't know how to lose
  I'm winning again, I'm at the Wynn
  I'm at the table, I'm gamblin'
  Lucky lefty, I expect a seven
  I went through hell, I'm expectin' heaven
  I'm owed,
   'cause I'm dough, and I stuck to the G-code
  I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't goin' nowhere
  Okay, here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats
  I'm allergic to havin' bunny ears, like broke, like nope
  Like ha, I ain't no joke
  I can't be stopped, like nope, like nope
  Extend the beat, Noah (
  And pray to the Lord
  ), uh
  [Verse 3: JAY-Z]
  Two seats in the 911, uh
  No limit on the Black Card, uh
  Told y'all I was gon' go H.A.M., uh
  'Til the ocean was my backyard, uh
  No lies in my verses, hey
  Please pardon all the curses, hey
  Shit gotta come in some way, fuck
  When you growing up worthless, uh
  Middle finger to my old life, uh
  Special shoutout to my oldhead, uh
  If it wasn't for your advice, uh
  A nigga would have been so dead, uh
  I'm living life 'til these niggas kill me
  Turn this up if you niggas feel me
  I'm riding dirty, tryna get filthy
  Pablo Picasso,
   
  Rothkos,
   
  Rilkes
  Graduated to the MoMA
  And I did all of this without a diploma
  Graduated from the corner
  Y'all can play me for a motherfuckin' fool if you wanna
  Street-smart and I'm book-smart
  Could've been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
  Only thing can stop me is me, hey
  And I'ma stop when the hook start, hold up [Chorus: Kanye West & 
  JAY-Z
  ]
  This is something like the Holocaust
  Millions of our people lost
  Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
  'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball
  Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
  Black cards, black cars, black on black, Black broads
  Whole lotta money in a black bag
  Black strap, you know what that's for