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

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

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