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]

  • [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 godlike

    On 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 obsolete

    Damn.

    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 breathe

    I'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 me

    For 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 lines

    What 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]

  • [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]

  • [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 bleeds

    Just 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]

  • [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."

  • 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 in

    i 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 me

    is 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.

  • but, i'm a god with no power
    don't damn me yet
    i just made the wrong step

    i've been pragmatic for hours
    no magic here
    close your eyes and see it

    how does it feel to be a mannequin?
    those faces walking by
    devoid of sharing eyes

    how 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 step

    i'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.

  • [PART 1]
    Never sober,
    IV drips and clover
    My bible's drenched,
    Can't wait to bend her over, lord

    I heard, she said Makaveli's dead
    Ain't no wreath upon my bed
    Yet the cloak is painted black

    If 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, lord

    Never sober,
    Edge I'm inching closer
    There's no way back,
    Scratched and skewed all over, so

    Nah, 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 me

    Am 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 wounds

    My 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.

  • [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 opaque

    Am 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.