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1950s VERSION OF 50 CENT'S WINDOW SHOPPER

Window Shopper (1950s Version)

50 Cent ft. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg - Next Generation

“Rot in Color” is a dark acid rap trip through the digital subconscious — where faith glitches, time leaks, and sanity hums like broken circuitry. 🌀

It’s poetic chaos: heavy basslines, distorted 808s, glitchy synths, and dreamlike verses that unravel the mind’s mirror. This isn’t about death — it’s about disintegration, the beauty in falling apart, and the art of losing yourself to the static.

For the ones who stare too long into the glow and see themselves blink back.

#RotInColor #AcidRap #DarkHipHop #GlitchRap #ExperimentalRap #PsychRap #UndergroundMusic #TripHop #DigitalSoul #ChristopherClow #AvantRap #SurrealSound


Rot in Color

Sex, Drugs & Rock ‘n Roll

King Von - Armed & Dangerous (1950s Version)

Classic 1960s soul instrumentation of Scarface I Seen A Man Die shines through warm, reverb-laden drums, expressive bass, and gospel-inflected organ. Horns punctuate verses, while bluesy guitar fills add depth. Rich vocal harmonies soar in the chorus over swelling strings, creating emotional intensity. #hiphop #soul #music

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In Da Club by 50 Cent but 1950's Soul AI Cover.

AI cover version made by 23XPD.

50 Cent - In Da Club (1950's Soul)

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Lil Durk - The Voice (1950s Version)

[Pre-Chorus]
Riders on the storm 
riders on the storm
Thunder and lightning that they bring when they come 
riders on the storm.
\n Riders on the storm. 
Woe to those that do not see the warning in the sky,
 riders on the sky rioters in the sky, 
riders on the storm riding those horses through the home.
 The light from the thunder and lightning breaks through the darkness that big brain through the storm riders on the storm,
hear  Them howl on the storm ygyip yay yippee Kai, yo Kai yay yip coyo.

[Intro]  
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm  

[Verse 1]  
Thunder and lightning that they bring when they come,  
Shadows chase the night, no place to run.  
Woe to those who don’t see the warning in the sky,  
Riders on the sky, rioters flying high.  

[Chorus]  
Riders on the storm, they break through the night,  
Mounted on power, chasing the light.  
Through the dark they roar, horses strong and warm,  
Feel the lightning strike—riders on the storm.  

[Verse 2]  
Breaking through the silence, the thunder’s deep call,  
Riding through the chaos, no fear to fall.  
Big brains through the storm, wise eyes never worn,  
Couriers of danger—riders on the storm.  

[Chorus]  
Riders on the storm, they break through the night,  
Mounted on power, chasing the light.  
Through the dark they roar, horses strong and warm,  
Feel the lightning strike—riders on the storm.  

[Outro]  
Riders on the storm, forever they ride,  
Echoes of the tempest, wild and untied.Riders on the storm riders on the storm
Thunder and lightning that they bring when they come riders on the storm.\n Riders on the storm. Woe to those that do not see the warning in the sky riders on the sky rioters in the sky, riders on the storm riding those horses through the home. The light from the thunder and lightning breaks through the darkness that big brain through the storm riders on the storm[Intro]
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm  
Thunder and lightning that they bring when they come  

[Verse]  
Woe to those who don’t see the warning in the sky  
Riders in the sky, rioters flying high  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Riding those horses through the swirling dome  
Light from thunder breaks the darkness, coming home  

[Chorus]  
Hear them howl upon the storm, wild and free  
Ygyip yay, yippee Kai, yo Kai yay yip coyo, hear the plea  

[Bridge]  
Through the raging winds and lightning’s raging call  
Riders on the storm, they conquer and they brawl  

[Outro]  
Riders on the storm, forever they perform  
Thunder and lightning guiding through the stormhear  Them howl on the storm ygyip yay yippee Kai, yo Kai yay yip coyo.



Riders 2

[Hook x2]
Your smell still stuck on my jacket sleeve
Cologne ghost riding every breath I breathe
Sweet smoke perfume choking memories
I can’t wash you out, you’re stitched in the weave

[Verse 1]
Walk past the laundromat, steam hit my face
Trigger flash, your neck in that leather embrace
Cotton candy venom mixed with midnight trace
One inhale and my pulse do the 808 chase
Fabric softener lying, it can’t kill the stain
Your scent rebel, running wild in my veins
Dryer sheets surrender, white flag in the flame
I’m still high off the fumes of your name

[Pre-Hook]
Spin cycle heart, keep tumbling slow
But your molecules won’t let me go

[Hook x2]
Your smell still stuck on my jacket sleeve
Cologne ghost riding every breath I breathe
Sweet smoke perfume choking memories
I can’t wash you out, you’re stitched in the weave

[Verse 2]
Threads hold particles tighter than promises
Microscopic kisses hiding in the crevices
Sweat from your wrist turned my hoodie to evidence
Forensic fragrance, judge banging gavel relentless
I wear you like armor in the cold night air
Bulletproof bouquet, nobody else compare
One sleeve to my nose when the silence bite bare
Instant relapse, lungs flooded, I swear

[Bridge]
I tried bleach, I tried flames
Tried burying this coat in shallow graves
But every fiber screams your name
Resurrected by the wind again

[Hook x2]
Your smell still stuck on my jacket sleeve
Cologne ghost riding every breath I breathe
Sweet smoke perfume choking memories
I can’t wash you out, you’re stitched in the weave

[Verse 3]
Seasons flip but the collar stays cursed
Autumn leaves jealous of how long you durst
Winter frost crystallize what summer dispersed
Spring rain just reactivate the thirst
I’m a walking shrine, fabric incense burning
Pilgrims of pain keep the sleeves turning
One more sniff and the room start spinning
Addicted to the ache that keep returning

[Final Hook x3]
Your smell still stuck on my jacket sleeve
Cologne ghost riding every breath I breathe
Sweet smoke perfume choking memories
I can’t wash you out, you’re stitched in the weave
I won’t wash you out, keep killing me
Your smell forever stitched in me

[Outro]
Still… stuck… sleeve… breathe…
Never… wash… you… out…

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