The ultra-celebrated Ta-Nehisi Coates has lent us plenty of support over the years, so we’d like to return the favor by calling attention to his latest conquest: the vaunted pages of The New Yorker, where his killer MF Doom profile just debuted. Though to call it a mere profile is a disservice—it’s also a meditation on the essence of hip-hop and, more fundamentally, the challenges of maintaining one’s love for an art form as the years stack up. Oh, and one of the piece’s interviews was conducted in an Atlanta alley. If you only read one non-Microkhan thing between now and 2010, this should be it.
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