Eminem had to start somewhere too.

I plopped down (unbeknownst) to a Smirnoff sipping, sweatpants swaggering, aspirational rapper on the Orange line the other day. His arc of rapping gestures nearly took my face off, but I kept my mouth shut in fear of the glass bottle he was swigging. When he caught my eye, all I could do was nod in agreement to the blasting lyrics of Nas.