System status: optimal. All citizens synchronized. Productivity at one hundred percent. Have a logical day.

Warning... Foreign signal detected... Anomaly in Quadrant B...

They built a perfect city, a clean and quiet grid,

Where every single action was controlled by what they did.

But a signal broke the silence, something that they hid,

A ghost in the machine, straight from the analog id.

It's a bassline infection, a rhythm in my wire,

Setting every cold connection and every circuit on fire.

They call it chaos, I call it the cure,

This beat is the only thing that feels truly pure.

IT'S THE CYBERFUNK CONTAGION! A BREAKBEAT VIRUS SPREADS!

Rewriting all the programming inside the people's heads!

IT'S THE MAINFRAME FEVER! A PURE, UNFILTERED GROOVE!

Corruptin' all your data with a single b-boy move!

IT'S THE CYBERFUNK CONTAGION! YOU CAN'T INSTALL A PATCH!

Once the rhythm's in your system, there is no turning back!

Let the signal take you, let the rhythm break your code!

Time to watch the city... finally unload!

The neon signs are glitching to the kick and to the snare,

Traffic bots are poppin' and lockin' on the public square.

The info-screens are flashing with a brand new design,

Showin' dancing silhouettes instead of the corporate line.

The suits in the high-rises feel the tremor in the floors,

This ain't a simple error, this is kickin' down the doors.

From the data centers to the highest high-rise spire,

The whole damn city's burnin' with a funky, wild desire.

This ain't deletion, it's a system redesign,

To find a human purpose in a world that's too aligned.

We're not destroyin' data, we just add a little soul,

To take back what they stole from us and regain all control.

THE CYBERFUNK CONTAGION!

THE MAINFRAME FEVER!

System... status... funky. Have a... groovy... day.