"What It's Like" is a song by American musician Everlast. It was released in November 1998 as the lead single from his album Whitey Ford Sings the Blues. The song is typical of the style Everlast embraced after leaving hip-hop trio House of Pain, being a combination of rock, hip-hop and blues incorporating characterization and empathy towards impoverished protagonists.
The song went to number-one on the Billboard Hot Mainstream Rock Tracks chart for one week and number-one on the Hot Modern Rock Tracks for nine weeks. It also peaked at #13 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming the singer's only solo Top 40 hit on the US pop chart to date. In the United Kingdom, the song reached #34 on the UK Singles Chart. The song went to the Top 5 hitting #4 on the Pop Songs chart. The song was also unexpectedly and surprisingly a hit to adult contemporary stations since most rap songs or songs with rap verses cannot be played on the format. Despite that, the song went to the Top 10 at #9 on the Adult Top 40 chart.
Rolls-Royce has used the Phantom name on luxury cars over the past century:
The Rolls-Royce Phantom is a luxury sedan made in the United Kingdom by Rolls-Royce Motor Cars. It was launched in 2003 and is the first model introduced during the BMW era. The Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupé, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom Coupé, are both based on the 2003 Phantom. It also won the Top Gear Car of the Year Award for 2003. It now serves as its flagship model.
The Phantom uses a unique chassis platform, body, interior, and retains traditional Rolls-Royce design cues. The body is mostly aluminium.
Final assembly, including all body, paint, wood, and leather work, is completed to each customer's individual specification at the Rolls-Royce plant in Goodwood, West Sussex. The plant is close to the historic Goodwood Motor Racing Circuit.
The plant contains the paint shop, body shop, leather shop, woodworking shop, assembly line, and executive offices under one roof. There are only three robots in the factory. The robots paint the body; the paint is polished by hand after the robots spray each coat. The coachlines, which are exactly 3 mm (0.1 in) wide, are done, as well as all other work, by hand, in keeping with the Rolls-Royce tradition.
Featuring Kevin Durant
My dreams coming true for wishing
My money coming in like they pay me that tuition
Swag what they talkin’ man, I’m the definition
And I’m in a different class like I’m sitting in detention
Sitting in the ghost, I’m riding down the interstate
Stay strapped up cuz you know these niggas finna hate
I take my place at the top of the throne
I don’t care if they really think they on
I’m from the east side as P is wise reside
Wanna see what K divide
Hold up, just let me decide
Choosing from a variety, niggas catching anxiety
23, a lot of fucking cheese, so inspiring
Sleeping and working, I’m working and thinking
I’m blowin’ on some purp when I’m drinking
I’m getting grow too
Linkin’ for certain but work for them Franklin’s
Fuck them clothes, messin’ by
Tell Derek I need a Rolls too
All blue, you know where I be at, biat
I ain’t got a record deal so I ain’t gotta relapse
I can say whatever I want. You don’t agree that?
Then you don’t gotta play mine cuz I’mma spill same mine
Cuz where I’m from niggas be drawing with no crayon
Catch you in the hood, R I P Trevon
I’m just telling you what I know, not what I’ve heard
Phillie, Phillie where them shooters comin’ off the grape vine
They wanna see us knocked up, locked up, AKON
All that Gucci–Louie talk, save that shit for Kraesha
The way I’m movin’ up you’da thought I was a mason
KD, they back on my pipe, just tell ‘em stay on
Niggas pray on for you not to stay on
I discount, double check them niggas like I’m state farm
I’m killin’ Rolls, I’m stuntin’ up in the SLS
Watch me get busy, I’m killin’ to whip my baguette
New baguettes got your ex-girl getting super wet
And I spit retarded boss so I’mma need a stupid check
Move in the other room right now, getting super wet
Chill Priv, niggas don’t know what the fuck to do with that
I’m with my Phillie niggas and we don’t feel these niggas
Even with a megaphone we still couldn’t hear these niggas
I’m with my DC niggas, we don’t fuck with scary niggas
Rappin’ as, actin’ as old Tyler Perry niggas
Goddamn, you can hit that shit?
That nigga Privaledge, goddamn
And Kevin Durant, ain’t that nigga a basketball playa?
And they going in like that?
Shit man, them niggas is crissed
Them niggas go hard