Ceschi Ramos is a rapper and singer from Connecticut who has been hopping g… Read Full Bio ↴Ceschi Ramos is a rapper and singer from Connecticut who has been hopping genres and spilling guts for the better part of two decades. He has been seen outside venues at 3am in Germany playing an acoustic guitar and singing to people that didn’t want the show to end. He has written poems to fans from behind bars whilst locked up on bogus marijuana charges. He has suffered a spiral fracture of the humerus while arm wrestling a marine in Hawaii. He has recorded with and toured alongside some of independent rap music’s most influential figures, including Sage Francis, Busdriver and Astronautalis. He has been in bands described as hardcore, crunk rap, lo-fi synth pop, Latin progressive and psych-jazz-rap. He has crafted abstracted and personal narratives mining the depths of depression and heights of hope. He has slept on countless floors when hotels weren’t in the touring budget and lost girlfriends and jobs all for the love of creating and performing.
Ceschi was born with four fingers on his right hand, which served as partial inspiration for the name of his DIY record label, Fake Four, Inc. Those who have worked with him describe Ceschi as one of the most artist-friendly labelheads out there, a rare breed who values art over profit almost to a fault. Since 2008, he has curated a roster of wildly original and critically praised talent and put out albums from the likes of Open Mike Eagle, Buck 65, Sister Crayon and Dark Time Sunshine in addition to his solo records The One Man Band Broke Up and Broken Bone Ballads.
An engaging, theatrical live performer, Ceschi Ramos has treated entire venues like a stage, viewing the middle of the audience or an empty barstool as good a place as any to perform a soul-baring folk song or tongue-twisting rap track. Ceschi once described himself in song as “a martyr at most… a failure at least” and said that, “In the eyes of history I’ll be no more than a leaf on a tree.” He knows what it is to suffer for his art and is aware that music exploring the ugliness and sorrow of the human condition will always exist on the fringes of a game dominated by disposable escapism and expensive publicists. Yet he still pours everything he has into his craft, and on any given night you can find him tracking vocals at his cousin’s New Haven studio, warmly greeting fans and friends at a dive bar merch booth or rapping double-time in Japan or Europe for audiences that often don’t speak his language, but are able to see the giant heart at the core of it all.
Ceschi was born with four fingers on his right hand, which served as partial inspiration for the name of his DIY record label, Fake Four, Inc. Those who have worked with him describe Ceschi as one of the most artist-friendly labelheads out there, a rare breed who values art over profit almost to a fault. Since 2008, he has curated a roster of wildly original and critically praised talent and put out albums from the likes of Open Mike Eagle, Buck 65, Sister Crayon and Dark Time Sunshine in addition to his solo records The One Man Band Broke Up and Broken Bone Ballads.
An engaging, theatrical live performer, Ceschi Ramos has treated entire venues like a stage, viewing the middle of the audience or an empty barstool as good a place as any to perform a soul-baring folk song or tongue-twisting rap track. Ceschi once described himself in song as “a martyr at most… a failure at least” and said that, “In the eyes of history I’ll be no more than a leaf on a tree.” He knows what it is to suffer for his art and is aware that music exploring the ugliness and sorrow of the human condition will always exist on the fringes of a game dominated by disposable escapism and expensive publicists. Yet he still pours everything he has into his craft, and on any given night you can find him tracking vocals at his cousin’s New Haven studio, warmly greeting fans and friends at a dive bar merch booth or rapping double-time in Japan or Europe for audiences that often don’t speak his language, but are able to see the giant heart at the core of it all.
Same Old Love Song
Ceschi Lyrics
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B-Free One hand will take, one hand will give That`s all we…
We have lyrics for these tracks by Ceschi:
All Of Us One Of Us In Here Better Make It Clear About What Is Happ…
Bad Jokes He apologized to the folks in the back row who…
Barely Alive Another year gone, stomach fatter, beard fully grown Waiting…
Beauty For Bosses Today I learned that I wasn't built for the game That…
Bite Through Stone For every bicycle in China there's a Cryogenically frozen em…
Black And White And Red All Over I am a product of catholic school rule of beating, suspensio…
Choke Parade Barely noticed puberty, as hair grew subtly onto my virgin…
Consider It A Win By this age I thought I'd be dead and gone I'm…
Ct Dead (Ceschi) Love her to death, or hate her to death He could…
Daybreak Daybreak, break all my bones I'll wait for them to…
Dripping your disgusting mirror image slowly convulsing, quivering, …
Electrocardiographs Catholic schoolboys rule, nine fingers to the sun Happy you'…
Elm City Ballads 4am, driving through the streets of New Haven again Baby fac…
End Of Skies (Icon the Mic King) how do you run from the sky…
Forever 33 On the road again Here's an obligatory reference to Kerouac …
Francis Display [Ceschi] The crowd died on you again ('cause you killed, …
Francisco False Theme (Ceschi - with a faux British accent) Francisco False, they…
Frank Propose [Ceschi with a faux British accent:] You should have marrie…
Half Mast 4 years old I was in a playground digging for bones Undernea…
Heaven Fought your way out of death so many times before You…
Jobs My friends go to jail a lot Mid 30s burning, wondering…
Kurzweil (feat. David Ramos iCON The Mic King Shoshin Yeah Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall Some will fight for surviv…
Long Shot We're all here searching for something, Something we'll neve…
Lost Touch Feet stuck in the mud Lord have mercy on your soul Shit…
Lucky I was lucky to know you You made this world a…
Middle Earth Try that again Slipping my way through the cracks And I hop…
One Hundred Dragonflies Woke up to one hundred dragonflies circling our heads The da…
Optical Illusion (Ceschi) Late at night, while resting sticky eyed, sirens c…
Say Something "Say something meaningful please" It's been 3 years of stagn…
Shame [Ceschi] It's a shame, to walk the streets at night Not kn…
Sleep (Ceschi) Sleep all your problems away Sleep 'til the blood…
Sweetest Friend (Ceschi) Next time I see you you'll be A different person …
This Won't Last Forever Every single breath that I've taken has created me Endless t…
Tiny Dream Welcome to my dream, and howwww are you? (Ceschi) Why, w…
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[Chorus x4]
You swear you've heard it before as it slowly rambles on
No need in bringing it back cause' they've never really gone
[Verse 1 - 2Mex]
I met this girl named Aracely
In her car and on her celly a sullen girl
Her ways jealous in Kelly
And Kelly and sister
Behind that building I kissed her
But I couldn't get her
Out of her kelly green sweater
Besides I like my baby
[?]
Helen a never and
Would be a serving the living in her underlivin'
With her friend Gwendelyn
Gwendelyn looks like
[?] without the melon and hair more like Marilyn from the universe that she [?]
She's a [?]
[?] a ten
But she's terribly in the trend
And trending is a way to be
If you were Wendy and took her to Wendy's
[?]
And we loan each other fetty' but she never seem to pay me back it don't offend me
Let me tell you bout' the time I dated Emmy
We went to the Emmy's
And we were faded off of Remy they gave a Emmy
To Jennifer playing Effie
And another one to Michael McKean for playing Lenny
And let me end this off by saying women drive me insane
From [?] crying up on me in the rain
I'm sorry
I'll try my best to maintain my sanity afterwards if you look like a [?]
[Bridge]
Just that old-fashioned love song played on the radio
And after all the music is the sound of someone promising they'll never go
(So live and die for you its still live and die)
[Verse 2 - Ceschi]
Oh it's the same old story
From the after [?] to the jealousy [?] to the forgotten faces of floozies
Living within a limb of lunacy and lust
Insignificant fucking leaves you nothing but some sort of mental love
Now I dont want to just
Fuck and be leaving
I want something with meaning not some random girl sucking my semen up on the weekends leavin' my dummy love in the dreamin' never givin' me any reason to stop settling for the leeches
I met this girl
Her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked on the microphone
When I met Joan
I took her home
She was just like a doggie all on my bone
I met another girl
Her name was Ann
All she ever wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann
I shook her hand
We ended up freaking by a garbage can
When will I ever find some stability of mind
Future tangled up in the [?] a thousand times
It feels like I've been burned to the stake like fifty times
While a team attacks [?] that are on my insides
And I've been hopelessly searching for the perfect kind of love for my heart but every time it feels close I get ripped apart
So I'm just running away and settling for the nearest wet pussy sedative till the rest of me decays
Thanks, Helen
[Bridge]
Just that old-fashioned love song played on the radio
And after all the music is the sound of someone promising they'll never go
[?]
[Chorus x2]
You swear you've heard it before as it slowly rambles on
No need in bringing it back cause' they've never really gone
[Verse 3 - Awol One]
I knew this girl
Her name was cloud
She like it when my hip-hop was loud
Bass so heavy it shakes her shoes
And now my raps
Smell like the blues
I met this girl
Her name was robot
She sang backwards and knew how to grow pot
Had a tattoo on the inside of her thigh
That always got wet when my song made her cry
I knew this woman
Called her mom
Crack made her thoughts all twisted wrong
I met this chick
Her name was the hell of it
Knew all the words to Freestyle Fellowship
I knew this lady
Queen of the world
Cool as shit so I made her my girl
I knew this chick and made her rope out of shellfish
She was the mermaid she would sell fish
[Bridge]
Just that old-fashioned love song played on the radio
[Chorus X2]
You swear you've heard it before as it slowly rambles on
No need in bringing it back cause' they've never really gone
[Bridge]
Just that old-fashioned love song played on the radio
[Outro X6]
From the heart
To the soul
To the mind
The leaves are the struggle that we all go through
REK760
Would absolutely die for a full length album from all 3 of them !❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
nikolche
after 10 years, homie? Is Awol even around anymore?
REK760
@nikolche yes he just released a new solo album and a new album with the Cloaks . Somebody has been sleeping.😴😴😴
nikolche
@REK760 God damn; yeah i haven't really looked up 2mex in a minute, either. Last I heard he unfortunately lost a leg.
nikolche
@REK760 oh shit he did a track with quaesar and mestizo! now all we need are the typical cats.
Urdaddyj94509
This is what true talented musicians sound like. 2MEX is one of the most underappreciated lyricist in the business.
Civil Shepherd
+Urdaddyj94509 Thanks for certifying that for all of us
Jeanette Scheppach
I am in love with ceschi and his mind!
REK760
Got to be one of my alltime favorite songs right here. Can never get enough of it.
Manuel Venegas
This jam is dope.I really appreciate there creative minds.