UH‑HUNH! Capnrockr steppin’ on the Codex pier Chrome‑dipped boots and a funkstruck idea. Rain hittin’ the hull like a hi‑hat clack, Grandmaster groove with a funk‑attack smack. Slide‑slide‑SLIDE in the Funkstream zone, Bass so mean it got a mind of its own. Echofoil poppin’ with a glitch‑funk thunk, Capn said “MOVE, baby — the way is funk.” Now shake that stank in a neon haze, Grooveforge burnin’ like a purple blaze. Deep Funk monks do the shimmy‑shimmy‑shunk, Whole ship shoutin’ — the way is funk. UH! Hit it with a wobble‑drop kick, Funkmist swirl in a ultraviolet flick. Bootsy‑beam bounce with a cosmic clunk, Universe bowin’ — the way is funk. Now break it down with a funkadelic growl, Codex lights flash like a cosmic prowl. Rain on the roof goin’ dunk‑dunk‑dunk, Capnrockr testify — the way is funk. MOE SPEAKS: “Shake yo’ circuits, bend yo’ knees, Let the Funkstream ride on the cosmic breeze. If the groove don’t stop and the beat don’t bunk, Then you KNOW, my child — the way is funk.”
