Eminem is like the godfather of the hip-hop game. - Tony Yayo

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Every artist, writers included, have an ethics and an aesthetics, whether they can formulate them or not. I happen to think that it is good to be able to formulate - it is good to know what you are doing and to be able to talk about it.

Tony Yayo

Eminem is like the godfather of the hip-hop game.

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