Opening Act - Reble (Prod. by Tre Ess) | Shillong | nrtya |
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In a musical revelation that delves into the very essence of Reble's creative identity, 'Opening Act' emerges as an eloquent portrayal of the artist's inner world. The song presents a deeply resonant perspective, capturing the essence of an aspiring underground artist yearning for her moment in the spotlight. As the title implies, opening act serves as a prelude of what her forthcoming album holds.
Artist : Reble (IG- @rebleofficial) Music Producer : Tre Ess (Sumit Solanki) (IG- @treessmusic) Label : nrtya (IG- @nrtyaculture) Directed By : Team nrtya & Shabad Sarin (IG- @shabadsarin) Shot By : Shabad Sarin & Mashitshila Longkumer Edited By : Shabad Sarin Colourist- Rupesh Verma HMU & Styling- Aunadine Lexandria Phanbuh Additional Credits : Rupali Rastogi (Camera) & Stalline Andrade Special Mention : Veranda (Monish & Roger) & Planet Kale (Viraj Chheda) Mix and Mastering: Akash Shravan Recorded at Audiokraft Studios, Bengaluru. Management team : Rupali, Siddharth, Aditya & Sharan. Lyrics- Fuck them mediocres at the back, you a snowball. Got too many probs, fuck your phone calls. You ain't really got nothing to prove, fuck your idols. I'm a Jaintia making moves, I'm a tribal. Bitch, if the mass knows me, Guess I ain't low key. Everybody mad I'm on a high note, see. Believe what I utter, Preach like no other, See through the bluffer, Me, I'm the prodigy, I ain't giving no fucks. Fuck a diss track, bitch, I wouldn't diss back if I got it from a pussy like you. Bitches with no drive think they got the wider vision, listen, you ain't really got the rare view. I'm winter, every season ice cold. When I'm speaking, I don't want none of you bitches up close. You thought I was just a side show? Well, I think the critics might know. I do it best, I'm at the crest, I've resurrect Please this is too ease. Bitch, I go beast on the beat, Cease to retreat, We on the lead, Im of a breed rare, But they venerate clones. You wait till you discover how to gravitate the mass, then you gain traction, I say fuck attraction. Know that's shit I don't consider, you ain't even gotta ask, that ain't satisfaction. Bitch with a dumb brain, So mundane and bleak like a Monday, I put an end to the weak, Bloody Sunday. Can't unsay, you should've known it's a one way. No sunray, make it rain like monsoon. Kill like cyanide, no cartoon, You can see the end when I come through. |