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.

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