Dope Over Decades: Killer Mike at 40
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When I called Killer Mike he was at Hartsfield-Jackson International, about to leave for England. It was 8:15 P.M. on a Wednesday in June, and I wanted to ask him what it’s like to be a rapper at the top of his game at age forty. But he was running a little late, and he had to clear the TSA in Atlanta. He said he’d call me right back.
“If you don’t hear from me by 8:35, you call me back,” Mike said. “That means I’ve been detained, and your story just got a whole lot more interesting.”