Samuel Adams aka Wiz, aka Sam Adams, aka Wizzy, aka Boston's Boy is a rapper from Boston aka Bean Town. His induvidual style of music is rap/electronic and has said in interviews that he hopes to be in his own class. His sound is orginal seeing as most of his beats are his own.
On top of being a rapper Samuel "Adams" Wisner captained his soccer team at Trinity. The song "I Hate College" served as a launching pad and hasent stopped since. The EP Boston's Boy dropped March 4th. Download it on iTunes.


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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Better Than You - Samuel Adams

Uh Huh I’m better than who,

I’m better than you, I'm better than you, uhh uhh

Samuel Adams,

Yeah yeah yeah

I’m better than you,

I’m better than who?

I’m better than you yup better than you and your whole crew

That’s true, that dude rockin’ some black shoes,

Or a pair of Jordan’s you ain't never seen around you,

Who cares,

Like my belongings

Are so appalling

But listen to my story its short yet it’s alarming

I went from no shows to hoes calling my charming’

Unbuttoning my pants searching without a warrant o oo,

And I cant stop can’t catch me

You can’t even break me running harder than an athlete,

Girls sitting up on my lap mistake this for a track meet

I’m just X5’in, highway, pass me

With black rims and give your crew tha bizness,

Stay catchin up brains like I’m in Harvard on the crimson,

Confidence is honesty and modest is my mission

Juggling a 3.3, my GPA’s pimpin (scholar)

O I get it, nope I don’t need your details,

Talents over your head manager’s don’t want your emails

I’m better than you and when it’s said and done right

I’m be like I told you so and dammit ima love life

I’m better than you,

I’m better than who?

I’m better than you yup better than you and your whole crew

That’s true, that dude rockin’ some black shoes,

Or a pair of Jordan’s you ain't never seen around you,

Stop the show the crowd dome’s getting blown back

Cause the headliner ain’t half as nice as the opening act (Wiz)

They want an encore yup they wanna send me back

Skinny is the new success you my dude at getting phat

And I don’t care if you got fans that can sing along

It’s easy to steal hooks and then go make a song

But I’m shameless too nice and I’ll be famous

But I guess it’s proven that two rights can’t make a wrong

And all the pressure one man can’t take it all,

But I bring them white caps when the fuckin ocean come

And the way I been treated ya I got hella qualms

See I'm the best but they wont see the truth til later on

Like Mr. Adams can’t kick out with a blindfold

Covering’ both eye holes

Tell me something’ I don’t know know know

I just wonder where the time goes

Music is my brain and I’m just tryin to get my mind blown

I’m better than you,

I’m better than who?

I’m better than you yup better than you and your whole crew

That’s true, that dude rockin’ some black shoes,

Or a pair of Jordan’s you aint never seen around you,

I'm gon’ shine stupid

Dis and yes it’s Sammy Adams

My boys in the cabin puffin Lucky sippin madness

So come fly with me

Cruise or drive wish you had it

Heard my shit when I was Wiz

Just signed out at you’re my dick

I’m better than you,

I’m better than who?

I’m better than you yup better than you and your whole crew

That’s true, that dude rockin’ some black shoes,

Or a pair of Jordan’s you ain't never seen around you

Brand New - Samuel Adams

Oh Yeh

Im Brand New like you haven’t unwrapped it

Head over heals got bloggers doin back flips

Am where I am cause my fans are some practice

I could go for ninety bet the kid is magic

Girls on my page written Sammy is a bastard

Thinking that be special but got treated like the last chick

Knowing that my fan base stretches like elastic

Jaw droppin beats like its better than the last shit

But Still, Im in the paint by the basket

Its that one take New Flow Straight classic

Yeh I see the truth shinning bright if you look close

Rappers droppin names forgot to add the footnotes

In all honesty hatin’s not a part of me

Respects in my blood I don’t need a bibliography

I show love cuase that what I’ve always dug

If you ask then got a shovel then get the fuck outta the mud

The sandbox Im smalls first time on the sandlot

Tryin to learn the rules maybe give my self a dam shot

Yeh, im hittin vains you coulda never drawn

Pumpin blood no rubber bands around the arm

But lookin back when I started as the critic yawn

To makin hits with a grid as the crowd applause

Pause, Im diggin deeper with my griddy pause

Tryin to get it poppin with the presence no Santa Claus

Yeh, and im a spitter who defys the laws

Bringing the heat unexpected like some menopause

Ha, I never thought that one of my songs

Would spread quick on a thousand different ipods

Yeh, im human and I got benine flaws

Grubbin with the competition chillin up in my jaws

Thinkin in my mind how to right my wrongs

Turning all this change into airs at the fylon

Cut it out I wasn’t talking about the beat though

Aint into makin get the point like a free throw

Tell ma girl please recline my seat slow

Knowing that im coolder than the bottom of a ski pole

And if its snowing in the city Im getting blown

With a couple bitches down to ride where he goes

Late night in the Jacuzzi with the same hoes

Catching brains puffin on the monty criscoe

Uh, Im back on much better shit

Back, back, back, back on much better shit

Yeh, you know im back on much better shit

Back, ba-back on much better shit

Samuel Adams-Im Goin In (Remix) Lyrics

Oh

Its Wizzy

Uh

Listen

Imma Wild Card Joka

Cant go ova

Ladies Gaga but they aint playin poker

Prayin in the showers hope da head no shoulders

This is mine for the night don’t own her

but Ona

Loved by the hood by dudes with comb ovas

No relationships are good I stayin sober

See then adjust and I must take advice

Cause greats eyes blink alike

I mean great minds think alike

No matter how many sneak tees or hoodies that you buy could ever get you a life

Switch Hitter goin the left then go right

If you not tired rippin up tracks go all night

My bebe works in Europe baby hear me on my messenga

Promise we can be friends after i have sex with ya

And its nothin but professional

Best head, Best sex down to a decimal

All you lower body know smarter than the rest seduce

They dont know my name i spit fat who the F are you

Bean Town celtic motha fucker I am destined to,

Blow,

Up, All night written

And the jazz fully like i just ate lighten

Brighten, Climbin to the top with my tims all busy fantasize about the number one spot hikin

Yeh,Go Shawty, cause its your birthday

Im seein more green like its motha fuckin earthday

Bases a earthquake maybe off the richter

But who am I to judge i got goggles from the liquor

Five turns to nines and Wizzy you just kissed er

Samuel Adams motha fucker you could call me Mista

Not after the beer my inceptence was official

Private life is me and my responsibilities is trickly fiscal

Under all the hype lies the reoccurent issue

Im proving im the shit with critics say i couldnt do

But dawg I swear i am the dam dude

And if you dont think so dawg

You are a dam Fool (dam fool x4)


Im the rapper that the game cant take

Lebron, With a contract on the swords

Cant taste that shot

Then no matter what

Even if you chase

Cant shake like the harlem dancing cigarette breaks

Wait,

Girls be like Wizzy so great

Make a lesbian's brain go nuts then straight

Instead of guys, She at times replace in time that its really vagina she hate

Go through my lines see the metal trucks scrape

When i used to be eighteen years old and on my skate

Board, Borad im sick of being board with my talent over average when theres money to explore

Cheyeh

Its Wizzy

I told yall that we comin

And we comin

OH

Put that in your speakers

Cell Phones and beepers

YEH