Itz Yung Miro

The stage was dimly lit. A small crowd sits and watches a group of 4 young men, decked out in their all-black outfits representing their group, named Yungblood.

It was mostly quiet, except for the occasional cough. The small dusty venue gave a more intense view into the performer's soul. Every twitch, nervous mannerism, and frown. But Yungblood was ready. The leader stepped up. A black kid, with his black hair in twists, his brown eyes scan the crown. He held the mic in his hand. He kept a mean mug on his face, a resting frown that never went away. He cleared his throat as his friend, a bigger Asian kid with a beanie on, stepped next to him and started loudly beatboxing. The leader closed his eyes as he nodded his head to the beat. With a deep breath, he made his introduction.

Yo,
It's Yung Miro
AKA ya hero.
The only thing bigger than me, is my ego.

Too many punks wanna copy me
They can’t stop me nor top me
Ya flow is so sloppy
I’ll dice ya like chopped meat.

These other dudes, they think that they sick.
I’m bigger than this
So sit, and jump off of my…heh.

I gotta small team.
Some friends.
We did this shit on our own.
Our hands.

We Yungbloods!
And I mean that with all disrespect
You ain’t protect shit! So don’t even try to hide ya neck.

The beatboxer stops, allowing Miro to rhyme acapella.

You meet me and my crew, you’ll get stunned.
And,
Man, this shit is my life, more than fun.
And,
I ain’t knocking, I’m kicking them doors.
And,
I’m more hungry than you, feed me more.

Yung Miro.