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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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Just Love Here- Boston's Boy EP March 4th

Yeh

Sammy Adams

I got so much to say

I just don’t know how to say it

All this hype

All this noise

Ready

Yeh

First stop high school rookie

Not a single fan written rhymes playin hookie

Back around the time Fred Durst got nookie

Couple years before ma ass had ever seen pussy

Yeh, Young Sammy with a fantasy

Found my mind first time a blew a gram of tree

Used to hate on my brother cause I didn’t see,

That good weed that made a shackle man feel free

But they could never see that,

Nope that my music seem weak

And vouched to play my track vouched to be me

Yeh, stepped up on my levels on the beats

Made a dam anthem for my high school team

But no features back bleachers

Hearin my self blast outta car speakers

And that’s when, I started to believe

And finally realized that I should let myself succeed

Uh, I should let my self succeeded

And when I leave stage

And the lime light

And the groupie girls

When the times right

And fly home

Back to my life

With my fam around me

Yeh, that sound right

When I leave LA

With my mind right

On the couch im home

For the whole night

No drugs here

Just love here

Just love here

Just love here

Yeh, just love here

Next stop tears in my eyes

Remembering the person I was sosa to disguise

Pack up for college no parents at the time

Starting a new chapter of Sammy Adams live

Write, and my lines get better

Spittin every day

New Vocab’s clever

I hate college allowed me to enter,

The realm of popularity I thought I reach never

Ever, And loves an endevor

I want my girl to love me but my music wont let her

Chasin all my dreams while I float like a feather

Yeh, and my grades goin south

But as an intellectual I needed to get out

So, I vistited to see what is was bout

And bein close to Boston made a better route

These fake ass promoters stay runnin they mouths

Reactin to what they say with a hand full of doubt (ouch)

And when I leave stage

And the lime light

And the groupie girls

When the times right

And fly home

Back to my life

With my fam around me

Yeh, that sound right

When I leave LA

With my mind right

On the couch im home

For the whole night

No drugs here

Just love here

Just love here

Just love here

Yeh, just love here

Third stop waitin at my gate

This home sick feeling something I cant shake

They make no mistake

I was born to do this

Born to make music

Boy im gon prove it

I cant sleep on the flight

Which isn’t helping out cause I aint sleepin at night

And even with some Ambian and half a bar bites

Cant sooth my dam stomach which continues to be tight

Yeh, and my dreams will ignite

If I can land hooks on fame while we fight

Fan Base raw real clique slight

Focused on point, tryin live right

Right, and im about to graduate

And all the agencies know how to aggrevate

I wish they would just leave me alone

I just wanna go home

I just wanna go home

And when I leave stage

And the lime light

And the groupie girls

When the times right

And fly home

Back to my life

With my fam around me

Yeh, that sound right

When I leave LA

With my mind right

On the couch im home

For the whole night

No drugs here

Just love here

Just love here

Just love here

Yeh, just love here

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Poker Face - Samuel Adams

Poker Face

Samuel Adams

I got ma poker face on

So lets talk business

Im all about my image

And my lines are endless

So end this

Uh, poke her face and its Monday

Cause in my mind I knew this would happen one day

As I search and reverse on the runway

For an office attempting to have me dumb paid

Confident, oh Yeh babe I never gas

College introduced its self already passed

Now the world is my punching bag skeptical

That if I ever got in the ring I could ever last

So high up now I hope I never crash

Don Cheadle with oceans eleven cast

Soon I wont have L’s that I need to pass

Just hit the teller, and tell er to just deposit that

Yeup, Mics on and the camera flash

All the A and R’s hear it they off they ass

Like, Hold up can he run it back

Question mark no clue I could run a track

Uh

So lets talk buissness

Cause im about my image

And my lines are endless

So end this

Oh

I got my poker face on

So lets talk buissness

Cause my lines are endless

So end this

Oh

Uh, Behind the Q like a running back

Track coach had the competish runnin laps

Wind up getting rich thick chick on they lap

Im goin in makin hits on my fuckin Mac

Outta no where Wizzy like a shark attack

Great white boy lookie who was runnin rap

Certainly don’t need a chain or a fucking strap

Nine-teen Eighty Seven where my car detached

Uh, Cuttin tracks outta my garage

Cant imagine cutting down my entourage

So many boys need a hundred cars

Blacked out but still go a hundred bars

Imma human being nope not from mars

Record labels see me humble but i got no flaws (flaws, flaws)

So lets talk buissness

Cause im about my image

And my lines are endless

So end this

Oh

I got my poker face on

So lets talk buissness

Cause my lines are endless

So end this

Oh

I Hate College (Remix) - Samuel Adams

I hate college but love all the parties,

Finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,

Can’t go to class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,

Single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly,

Poppin PKs ski a little bit of mali,

Am I out my mind most people say prolly,

But I've been on my grind puffin L’s of that collie collie

Pack my bag no parents didn’t driven me off,

I fell off saw some herbs all wearin lacoste,

A couple dudes in pennies must a played lacrosse,

Grab my duffle and I hustle through the dormitory doors.

Of course my homie lived on the same floor,

Soon to blow trees get down to pound coors,

Get down to pound hoes the outta town boys,

Flow developed to the whole town of his voice.

I hate college but love gettin' laid,

Social life swagger at night when the sun fades,

check my sun shades talkin bout upgrades,

I can't see the haters no more I feel great.

My eyes 20/20 so sunny with skies gray,

I'm loved by the hunnies what mo can I say,

I'm just gettin paid workin like a slave,

Between school, athletics, and music its all day.

So invite ya friends to come play,

Gave you the invite if you miss it don't complain,

If ya lucky get a kiss but miss know that's lame,

Wanna get it in wit wizzy I'ma yo man.

Sweatin bullets no fan can contain,

short to pull up but quick to amaze,

I'm lookin forward to tours in these plains

seein the cork poppin off bottles of champagne.

Dear lord takin your name in vain,

all these sins in college that I made,

well well my games off the chain,

I'll last a couple hours tomorrow go insane.

I hate college but love all the parties,

finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,

can’t go to class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,

single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly,

poppin PKs ski a little bit of mali,

am I out my mind most people say prolly,

but I've been on my grind puffin L’s of that collie collie

I hate college but love all the parties,

finishing kegs and crushing bottles of Bacardi,

can’t go to class I'd rather lay up wit a hottie,

single doesn't mean I'm lookin for somebody.

Some say they drink, blaze up, but hardly,

poppin PKs ski a little bit of mali,

am I out my mind most people say prolly,

but I've been on my grind puffin L’s of that collie collie

I can't sleep cause my God damn teach,

keeps assigning essays due at the end of each week,

but little do he know I gotta show by the beach,

watchin girls flash Wizzy way more than they teeth.

They mad I'd rather learn flows in they lesson plans,

but sit me down asking, "Do you get the message Sam?",

This is your life you need school to get right,

Nah, "Music is my sun and you blockin my light".

And if I don't blow get high to ignite,

my life will align til my money gets nice,

well money's not happiness you'll only get greedier,

shit did a make life a whole lot easier.

And my feel gets a whole lot cheesier,

Domino's bread push steak get meatier,

but school's good for one thing I must add,

and that's havin a plethora of my vocab.

Hold back to verbs that I must grab,

and throw down like a rich girls bar tab.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Drivin' Me Crazy Lyrics (Exclusive)

Sammy Adams

Lazy Boy

Matty Trump

Yeh

Boston Stand Up

We got em

Oh

Oh

Oh

(Chorus)

Baby, yeh, you been drivin me crazy

Can you be ma lady

Can you be my baby

Baby, drivin me crazy

Im walkin on walkin on broken glass

Got a problem too many girls in class

Wanna run a show but they just cant rap

Ni idea runnin hear that the kid can rap

Back, I kill stages all places

Nantucket and Nac city so they can taste it

But im real late

No way Imma make it

Back to ma classes the clock impatient

Well, apologize to the teach for me

Cause anything she speaks aint doin shit for me

And my bad

cant read notes

Still amazing like a chick with a deep throat

Treading water since the very thin ice broke

Now im neck deep in contracts Physco

Im ight though

Or I will be

Shake ya ass ma if you feel me

(Chorus)

Baby, yeh, you been drivin me crazy

Can you be ma lady

Can you be my baby

Baby, drivin me crazy

Just feel good

Just feel right

Rock this crowd

All dam night

Cameras flash

Shining bright

Zonin out

Takin my

Grab your girl and right this ride

Drink it in don’t be nice

Dj spinnin all my shit cause sammy adams want they life

Yeh, and I can party with the best of em

And school bus still can test em son

And D sippa flyer den then the rest of em

You aint ther imma get her Num-

Ber and take her to the hotel room
Walkin on walkin on something new

You and the whole new rap game too

And, I know I got one life

Like You girl please no wife

Blow weed in the club no white

Realin females got no bite

Cant see Sammy got no sight

Goin twelve rounds yeh go fight

Get blessed by the kid

Jesus Christ

And the beat stop,

Sleep Tight

(Chorus)

Baby, yeh, you been drivin me crazy

Can you be ma lady

Can you be my baby

Baby, drivin me crazy

Just feel good

Just feel right

Rock this crowd

All dam night

Cameras flash

Shining bright

Zonin out

Takin my

Grab your girl and right this ride

Drink it in don’t be nice

Dj spinnin all my shit cause sammy adams want they life

Bein a man it only makes me better off

Aint a rock band all my shits never soft

Look at girls and they always wanna talk

I move around girl so you betta walk

No Tony Hawk

But last night

Give er the whole thing no half pipe

Got em jumpin in the club in the club like

Sammy Adams dam he do it so right

(Chorus)

Baby, yeh, you been drivin me crazy

Can you be ma lady

Can you be my baby

Baby, drivin me crazy

Just feel good

Just feel right

Rock this crowd

All dam night

Cameras flash

Shining bright

Zonin out

Takin my

Grab your girl and right this ride

Drink it in don’t be nice

Dj spinnin all my shit cause sammy adams want they life

Yeh, Sammy Adams

Its something new

Move to this, Get drunk to this

You know

Uh

Yeh

Bostons Boy

We Out