MY PERSONAL PROJECTS
Released and Unreleased personal projects/pieces of mine under the alias, Lateau. FYI, I’ve included a Lyrics tab under each song!
DIVIDE
[Psychedelic & Alternative Hip-Hop]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
Mastered by Jacob “J.Pappas” Pappas
Artwork by Jason “Lateau” Lung
A personal piece about the divide inside the mind. Jekyll & Hyde. The inevitable pressure of being a human being.
[Released November 4th, 2022]
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[Hook]
I can't even cry sometimes
I can't even ease my mind away
I can't even dream sometimes
Life in my eyes been slipping away[Verse 1]
I'm catching feels in one hand, the other on a stick
My amenities pop necks, abilities brick
I'm quick to fall in, acquitted and hauling
Some pressure we all feel, enough to mention suicide
This strain is not the same between you and I
We smoke hope but, you'd probably get too high
My pedestal pretense, omnipotence be the sky
Ain't close but, close enough that I'm starting to feel godlikeOn the beat the piggies hog mic
Supply and demand closer to mob ties
Bitch, I'm the man, applaud
Dope and saran abroad
Copenhagen broads show me the way in
Aw fuck, I'm dreaming again, shucks
I split the clam, bottoms up, Amen
Hope the pearl's as good as it looks
Call me if you need a little crook in your nook
Shit, Jekyll's calling for some input
Time to split the mic into the hook[Hook]
I can't even cry sometimesI can't even ease my mind awayI can't even dream sometimesLife in my eyes been slipping away[Verse 2]
Imagine these flows in a jam
Mulberry trees fall but blood is denser than land
Boysenberries black but, poison-berries grew to kill man
Cut off the one-way, varicose, you'd be screaming dam
Yelling, timber, while you stand beside the...
Dam, was that easier to understand?
These beavers circling around like a meteor's bout to land
This cleaver's hungry for the taste of meat,
With the slight of hand, I swing to make you obsoleteDamn.
What's a gun to a god?
What's a scam to a fraud?
Quite the same as me if I scream Alhamdulillah
Pray, Emitofo I sing songs to Buddha
Ears hang low from the weight of moolah
Now I wobble to and fro, tie the bow with Mulan
Pants hang lower, either semi or a 9
I'm just playin I ain't even saying shit
Hand the microphone back the mundane bitch
See me, better Hyde quick[Outro]
Give a fuck if you breathe fire, I'm here outsmoking the Bear
Give a fuck if you care, I'm honing my craft
Bare minimum balancing myself, my health, my welfare
Well, fairytales remain dreams
Never to be seen where the light shines
Since the mirror's closer than it seems
Pushing through seams of reality and what I perceive
Laminar flow breezes through the air that I breatheI'm not God, I'm not Frank, not Moses, I'm not Nick
Not posing I'm just riding the slow motion waves, hoping
That I live to see the grand omen
When the universe decides to keep her legs open
This little Taiwanese boy full of joy is only half of what you see
But underneath, he's holding years of unspoken pain
Seething through the teeth of what he's saying
I hope they pray for meFor this pressure is a mean coffin
Soon enough, I'll pressurise until a diamond blossoms
Soon enough, I'll realise the taste of death upon my tongue is just the Devil crossing
Soon enough I'll have no options
Fuck that, I'll double back, murder my second half
Live a second life, pray to poltergeists, bleed my lungs dry
Fuck the second life, hang myself, then revive until I'm satisfied
Run on sentences until the end of time
Run on tangents til I run out of linesWhat the fuck am I alive for?
Only answer to the question is to die for
Only answer to the question is to die first
HALFWAY HOME
[Psychedelic & Alternative RnB]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
Mastered by Jacob “J.Pappas” Pappas
Artwork by Anita Loh
This song was created in an attempt to emulate a bad psychedelic trip.
[Released April 8th, 2022]
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[Intro]
"Come my way", I've fallen out
Lost my way, so I called[Prechorus]
I'm running a running a line, opening one at a time
Calling you, call and reply, only need you to provide home
Home.
Sit and breathe into my mind, careful when stepping inside
Love and be present in time, soon we'll be finished but I know
I know.[Chorus]
Open up for just a moment
I could see through your eyes
You've got something to hide only against my mind
Tell me it's just an Omen
But you bleed through your hide
I'm sure there's something inside hidden between the lines[Verse 1]
After we finish baby after I pull out
Burn up the tissue paper, don't drool out your mouth
Cuz if my specimen leaking anywhere else
They gon replicate two Infinities, The Holy Trinity
I can't coexist with another Omnipotent being
Just like the Citizen's Inn, spitting the sibilant sins
Yea, I dabble in scribbling pens,
The way I erase your life with no beginning or end[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 3]
Open up for just a momeEEnt
I could see thro0ugh your eyes
yEA I got something to hiiide only..., iii gUeSS yOU'Re MiNE
Tell me it's just an oMEn
But you bbEEttTTeeRR hide
SHHH, there's something insiiiiDE hidden iiiNnNN thEee...[Bridge]
SHH, there's something, hide
SHH, there's something, hide
SHH, there's Jekyll & Hyde
SHH, there's something, hide
SHH, there's something, hide
SHH, it's dark in my mind[Outro]
"Come my way", I've fallen out
Lost my way, so I called
BIRDCAGE
[Old School Hip-Hop]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
BGVs by Ting Chun Deborah Fan
Mastered by Jacob “J.Pappas” Pappas
Artwork by Anita Loh
I wrote this song about the AAPI hate and racism in general, attempting to empower the minority and POC community.
Explanation: https://genius.com/Lateau-birdcage-lyrics
[Released July 30th, 2021]
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[Chorus]
Why I gotta bleed for the colour of my skin?
Like, why we ain't free? Bet they hoping we pretend
Boxed up like a bird, cage, draw the gates
No way we ain't burning with hate
Why the old folks die with their brains on the street?
Police don't cry for the ones who can't breathe
Life goes in a blur, haze, medicate
I shed tears for the broken fates[Verse 1]
Why I needa bleed for my skin?
Why I needa hide from the tint?
Why die when I ain't commit the sin?
Fuck game rules, bitch, I'm from the East where the Game Cube
Chute me down the drain, but I'm used to all the pain tubes
Same dude, 'member I gave you eight cues
Or eight clues, yell it til I became mute
Same me, motherfucker, same you
Bleed the same, reap the same, skin made outta cellophane
We cry the same, unless somebody get murdered on the streets
And all you bitches dwell your fame
Remember to like and share until you feel like you've repaired
All the crimes on streets of red paint
Pursuing heads, call me Ichabod Crane
Leaving pain in your cranium like an Ichiban gang
My brand symbol heated up with one character, like pleurisy
So my enemies recall my last name, motherfucker[Refrain]
Yeah, I know the sun don't shine sometimes
But, how we tryna bring these problems light?[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Gold is in my skin tone
Mineral marrow just like a split bone
I spark viridian like a Flintstone, that's my emerald
Only diamond in the rough, do you get my MO?
Did you get my memo? FO if you driving late to the party
I might forget your name like Harvey
Dent in your nape, Marley
Coin me Two-faced like Harley
Yet, I hardly ever really know where to start
Might profess your death like a Japanese harp
Might provoke your death, red tiger lily heart
Might evoke your death, it's a controversial art
Bystanders be bystanders like, "I saw the least"
Splitting heads and legs on the lobe like isosceles
$20 trip to my mind, litmus paper can
Take the V the side to show you what i'm greater than
Yea, to show you what I'm greater than
All these motherfuckers tryna show you i'm a lesser man
Thinkin' that it's right about time to learn a lesson, fam
We all bleed the same colour in the motherland[Refrain]
[Verse 3]
Three verses, I'll wrap it up like a sheikh turban
Knees hurting, I'll bandage it up like these virgins
Bee's Burt, you can't spit, your chapped lip's burning
Get in my way, I'm choppin' 'em down like a tree surgeon
All aboard, this is your memento mori
We all die with a question like a sickle story
Better watch your step, get checked by the fickle flooring
Cops shoot artificial freckles like a stipple drawing
Cops shoot artificial pebbles like my art is official
We drawing Michelin stars like we ain't heard of initials
Initially, got me strained, smoking gingko leaves
Stickier than maple trees, paranoid got your neck spinning like samara leaves
Wait until the sorrow bleedsJust cuz I'm Yellow, don't mean I got disease
Just cuz we're mellow, don't mean we should be deceased
Why can't y'all see me as a human being?Rhyme scheme lookin like Earl with the referral
Shooting pearls like an arrow in the barrel
I'm a B roll but, see, he roll like a hero
Questioning my faith like we Roman these cathedrals
Say I don't sin but I'm sinning, forgive me father
I don't swim, but I'm swimming in someone's daughter
A literary effect, whether it's death or sex
We don't deserve to die young cuz our skin is complex
MR. BREED-ALONG
[Alternative Hip-Hop]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
Mastered by Jacob “J.Pappas” Pappas
Mosh-type song for performances
[Released June 17th, 2022]
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[Verse 1]
Uhn, let me pull it back
Stick it in the cul de sac
Steamy in the sheets, mellow breeze when the rubber snaps
Rubber quack, onomatopoeia in the gutter crack
Little summer snacks fishing for a heart attack
Diamond stack or a million dollar cheque
Yea, I'm talking to the Devil, but the Devil's talking back
I'm talking like a rebel, but the rebel wants a plaque
Call myself a good fellow, well, this fellow needs a snack
Yea, I'm as bad as it gets
See me beating at your heart until its flat
Incriminating back mind, systematic white lies
Waterboard the pussy in her own like she baptised
[Hook]
This ain't a read-along, THIS A FUCKIN SCREAM ALONG
Lemme hear you scream my name like the fucking speaker's off
This ain't a read along, THIS A FUCKIN SCREAM ALONG
With the blinkers on, call me Mr. Breed-Along
This ain't a read along, THIS A MOTHERFUCKING SCREAM ALONG
Nah nah nah, nah this ain't this ain't a
This ain't a read along, THIS A FUCKING SCREAM ALONG
Damn, the kitty's A1, like my steak is longer than my paper
[Verse 2]
The elevators I pay, I'm an elevated creator
I want me a Penelope broken, so I could save her
Now savour the last line like the baker's dozen
Baked as fuck, cookin' something that the baker doesn't
Me oh my, I'm just that kinda guy
Like it tighter with a light, smack a peach if it's ripe
Like the feeling when I'm feeling her down
And when I'm filling it, I want the sovereign sound
My earlobes like two lighthouses, the way it drowns
Neck be heavy like a skyscraper, the weighted pounds
Yea, my fingers cost more than your dumbass rent
Stay collecting all the money I spent, HUH
[Hook]
[Beatswitch]
Fake memory, Mandela
Look at my toes, Margiela
Look at my hoes, no Bella
Cash roll out but, the money get better
Critter Bimmer, ridin' no hands in a dimmer Limmer,
On the way back from dinner, simmer
Sittin' on tracks when her ass is thrown back
"Honey, please come back", sound like Winnie the Pooh
Next thing, she gon' ask what my Didgeridoo?
Just Didgeri-do, she Didgeri-blew, no Didgeri-clue
But, the shit gon shoot
OH? u want me now, huh?
My fit cost more than your house, huh
OH? u like my style, huh?
It still cost more than your house, bitch
My ring cost more than your spouse
Yea, my name cost more than your clout
Yea, this pain got me leaking out the brain
With a paintbrush sketching out road to my fame
Yea, Sir Bragalot
Whores back riding like I'm Camelot
Came with the ropes, I come and go
Leavin' you hanging like a shower thought
They said "cool down", I'm chillin'
Yea, my stash get higher than the building
Bitch, wanna see me Mad, no Villain
Now they all beg for the shillin'
Huh, bitch, lemme flex, huh
Ice like Polar Express, huh
Bitch, I'm a King, Noblesse, huh
Bitch, lemme smoke my grass, huh
UNRELEASED MUSIC
A couple nearly-finished unreleased projects that best represent my style and sound.
UNFATHOMABLE
[Psychedelic & Alternative RnB] [Extra-Realism]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
Background Vocals: Asha Luevano & Kaia Lontine-Kearson Mac
The greatest mercy on the human species is the inability for the mind to fathom the full extent of infinity. Otherwise, we’d end our own lives, for there is no meaning behind living.
H.P Lovecraft: "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."
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immortality sinks when you're resting by my side
infinity looms above my body like
guess i need a light, am i feeling right?
shoulders locked so tight, whilst i'm shivering and sinking ini just can't believe my eyes
there's an infinite horizon
i can't unravel this"just believe and ye shall find"
but, what if i cannot fathom this?helpless be the real verity
cause there's no escaping one you can't observe
and if boundless be the mind, then, where's my clarity?
please have mercy on meis this mercy on me?
immortality sinks when you're resting by my side
infinity looms above my body like
an eternity blind is the mercy on our souls
calamity falls upon the innocent who know[mercy on me now, mercy on me now]
CHARLATAN
[Psychedelic & Alternative RnB] [Extra-Realism]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
A misunderstood god who accidentally stepped into the wrong life. Higgs-Boson.
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but, i'm a god with no power
don't damn me yet
i just made the wrong stepi've been pragmatic for hours
no magic here
close your eyes and see ithow does it feel to be a mannequin?
those faces walking by
devoid of sharing eyeshow does it feel to be born again?
is it harder to breathe?
did your conscious break you free?oh, it's so divine to see
the answer to all of your dreams
or, is it my mistake to believe?
have we caught the wrong reality?but, i'm a god with no power
don't damn me yet
i just made the wrong stepi've been pragmatic for hours
no magic here
close your eyes and see it
IV DRIPS & CLOVER
[Psychedelic & Alternative RnB]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
An ever-changing piece about anti-sobriety and breaking apart my own sins.
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[PART 1]
Never sober,
IV drips and clover
My bible's drenched,
Can't wait to bend her over, lordI heard, she said Makaveli's dead
Ain't no wreath upon my bed
Yet the cloak is painted blackIf living out a long time is a sin,
I'll be waiting for the headlights
Imminent, catch every body in the white lines
Never wanted like that,
But, the handle might crack on the ivory track floor
I could never doubt you, might lose more without you, love[PART 2]
Never sober,
IV drips and clover
My bible's drenched,
Can't wait to bend her over, lordNever sober,
Edge I'm inching closer
There's no way back,
Scratched and skewed all over, soNah, fuck sober
Itching fucking smoker
Pour myself another glass
Now, turn around and drop that ass on me...s0b3R
Dew that drips right below her
I might lynch your thoughts of me
Only if you've thought of meAm I sober? x4
Am I sober? x3
How am I supposed to get myself even higher?
One of these days, one of these days I might
I might, I might light myself on fire[PART 3]
Heaven, what would I do without you?
Sounds like you're leavin me empty
Crescent, some of these tears could never shine
If your light isn't bold enough to brighten up my woundsMy deity seldom sings in daydreams
So, rest my soul upon your lap
Now, her dress comes undone
So, what's my cue to come inside[Outro]
Never sober
IV drips & clover
I can't wait til I bend her over
Never sober, never, never, sober
STATE OF BEING
[Psychedelic & Alternative RnB]
Written, Recorded, Performed, Produced, & Mixed by Jason “Lateau” Lung
An introspective piece acting as a psychedelic epiphany of one’s own mental state.
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[Chorus]
Feel like I'm closer to the end
Head on my shoulder til the end
That's where I'm headed, I sold my soul again
I feel your weight up on my mind
Usually it rains, but not this time[Verse 1]
I'm inching closer to the edge of my line
Don't need no synonyms to know that I'm running on borrowed time
When the winter wind blows, I shudder in insoles
Pennies on my mind, where'd my discipline go?
As I scramble through my infinite goals
Find peace when I stumble upon limited gold
Yea, that's where my innocence breaks
As I continue to awake with vision thats opaqueAm I too late, or am I in need of breaks
Like the Mayans read a date and feed a lie into the state of living
I perceive the state I'm given, driven to the question risen
Am I alive or am I inside a mental prison?
They say the soul is bound to break out of the skull
Do I achieve another state of being outside of my own?
Fuck, these are the questions that arise,
Tryna see my own mind, in front of my own eyes[Chorus]
[Outro]
Guess I'm looking for a way to get out of barren states
Before I get depricated
All day, always, it rains
All night, all day, it rains
I can't lock away this pain
Til these fractals are blurred
I could get hurt, so what?So what if I'm hurting?
So what if this son's not worthy?All day, always, it rains
All night, all day, it rains
All day, always, it rains
All night, all day, it rains
All day, always, it rains
RANDOM BEATS
A couple random beats, mainly Hip-Hop, that I’ve produced for fun.