Born in Brooklyn, New York at Brooklyn Jewish Hospital to two parents from Panama who read, wrote and spoke fluent English and Spanish although had Grandparents of West Indian descent. Somewhere on St. Johns Place between Rogers and Nostrand Ave. was the apartment he went home to after being born on October 4th years ago. His parents had always sought to “move on up” since arriving in Brooklyn 2 years before his birth. His parent’s first apartment was on Bristol Street in Brownsville Brooklyn before Eternal Intellect was conceived. Shady dealings of the landlord and his insistence of subjecting his tenants to unlivable conditions made the decision to move quickly toward owning their own home a “No Brainer.” Music was always the great refuge for Eternal. Listening to a combination of bands like Grand Combo, Reggae music close friends of his parents introduced him to and of course R&B ran through his soul. Classic Rock and top radio hits were always coming through his father’s radio as well. Eternal was known to sit in some of his mother’s best chairs and rock back and forth listening to music hours on end. It was by far his favorite thing to do. After moving to Amityville, Long Island (New York) a close friend of his older brother had introduced him to WBLS, WKTU and radio stations of that ilk. This would change music for ever as far as Eternal was concerned. He no longer wanted to listen to music and ruin his mother’s chairs, he imagined making it. All his favorite songs from all of his favorite stations he would imagine putting albums together and performing them. From writing all of the song names down he was always sitting beside the radio with a writing utensil and something to write on anyway. Then he heard Hip Hop, his second life changing event. It was amazing to him that other individuals could put words over incredible beats and the breakdowns within the beats, spun back precisely (although you didn’t hear the spin back), introduced by what was referred to as a cut. Eternal mastered writing rhymes over beats; however his wide range of musical exposure would enable him to write to almost any genre if he just changed the style in which he delivered it. After years of writing books and volumes of his own songs Eternal Intellect (E I) is a polished professional Emcee. His style of speech is reminiscent of Heavenly thoughts delivered uniquely for those on Earth, Universally going through Hell, trying their best to come out Right. Lyrics thought provoking and down to Earth delivered both Divinely with the ability to equally Destroy. Able to relate to individuals of various walks of life, Eternal Intellect is exactly what’s missing. E I combines that Eternal Righteousness, Swift and Changeable Wisdom and Correct Intellect to bring you Epic performance for that sound you know you want. Please Enjoy.  Please visit our website: http://eternalintellect59ei.wix.com/da-greywolf-series


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Who funds the computer revolution?
Who runs the commissioned prosecution?
Who's theory can spin the evolution? Big brother intrusion, post human pollution
Transdimensional unconvensional revolution

The lack of mental involvement, the inherent conjecture
Curiosity rewired through ego, built into the consumer mind structure
A perpendicular detour through a parallelagram
A quadrangular virtual highway of media spam
Synaptic vertex rerouted to jam
So you reboot to the default subscription in the insurance plan

Loops in time, mind, space and geometry
Contradiction to symmetry, the torus of escapology
Double helix won't clone over your mutated mentality
Quantum cryptographical undead virus anomoly
Vaccine virus cells behaving like mercury
Transhumanist nano injections & cognitive imagery
We borrow to pay for our coffin, i'm coughin' ya killin me
Cheap government hand out oppression a form filled rebellion won't do it ya feelin' me

Retronymic neological Phase, spittin' the language like mimicing phrase
Marketing pays, so does a high tech wage
Military weaponary taking the centre stage
Electron microscopes, decoding the isotopes
Annihilating gravitons to make digital lycanthrope
Hubris eyes looking glass at the wrong end of a telescope
Part of an elite clique, but your cell wall's thick like an envelope

Spectrum analysis, from here to Alice's palaces
Don't make the mistake of thinking these people understand what malice is
Membrane prison net, neural pathway escape
But the route's blocked by a mindless corrupt police state
Cytoplasmic ions scatter in every direction
But the synthetic protection is susceptible to infection
Nucleotide lego to restructure immunity
Nuclear wide terror to mutate the community

I turn myself on with acids like a reptilian
Tho i don't drink afternoon tea in the pavillion
Fruit flies on the cake, eaten by mistake?
Home made life on mars in the equations of drake
The Empire's dream of tapping the inbetween
Turn themselves into Gods behind a smokey screen
Magically clean, come out looking just like new
But the reality is too obscene for the dream to come true
The nightmare grows, like a tree in your mind
Spreading like the systemic suffering in your lives
Government ruled? or Shadow puppets & uniforms
Disgraceful devils disguised as digital unicorns
Well i've seen the unicron, in the visions of Uberon
Volumes of text & digital code you can't get a unit on
I see beyond birth, looking at death
Spirit of breath, sight of the conscious unrest
All aspects of nothing & back round like a guest
Looped in a comfortable nest, of self analysis like a pest
Looking for the key that opens an empty chest
Carrots & sticks & tricks & black hearted pirates chess

History:

'Bombshelters have Souls' is the one-man band from Crimea. It was formed in summer 2017. From then on it has released one album named 'ROAR', including 9 official tracks and 4 bonus-tracks. All the tracks and lyrics have been composed, played and sung just by one man, who is the self-perpetuating leader and the actual creator of this metal project. It's a multi-instrumentalist Vinnie Cole aka 'W-Hater'. Besides he's got a couple of close mates who are his loyal helpers and confederates. Now's getting prepared the second album with the brand-new tracks and its musical genre will be a bit different than the previous one, but it promises to be much more technical and diverse.

Description:

The main idea of this project is to show that our today's society is utterly ill, depraved and stupefied. It's entirely unable to communicate with the other high-developed nations as well as its people are unable to communicate with one another. One's tempted to ask the question: why can't they communicate if they can speak? But speaking isn't communicating. Communicating is living honest and purposeful life, co-operating with the neighbours. It doesn’t suppose mocking or fooling around. It doesn’t suppose threatening or hindering. Sounds a bit philosophical and conservative but... Pure lie and blind yearning for money or for any kind of wealth, greed and envy, whoredom and boorishness killed such notions as love, friendship, co-understanding, co-assistance and any other types of normal human behavior. Ability to sympathize is slain. Ability to rationally think is slain. Ability to friendly take critique is slain. The only stable true feeling that can appear between two citizens irrespective of their gender is unreasonable hatred, mixed with pride and derision. Almost all the population became media zombies and blunt walking biomass led by the lower animal instincts...
And the small-numbered ones who stubbornly remain volitional, adequate and human-faced can find their hiding-places only in the so-called bombshelters for the system-forsworn, where a brand-new society with its new liberal laws is to be re-born.
The rest larger part of the people stayed outside are mentally and spiritually dead therefore it can be cured only by wiping out off the Earth's face by nuclear strikes and further spreading of radiation. 'Cos severe diseases need severe methods of treatment.

It's a metaphor of course.

But with a big share of truth in it.

At the times of the total regress, thorough moral breakdown and devolution there are some bombshelters that can give an opportunity...
‘Bombshelters’ are the conspiratorial locations where the sober-minded, high-educated and soul-having personalities may find their ways. Ways to evolve, create and live their lives as humans but not as cruel filthy animals, whose minds are ruled by the coins and stupid propaganda of the state.
‘Souls’ are these personalities themselves. And these personalities are about to struggle with the state's slaves in a hope to make 'em change. Or to make 'em disappear from the building path to the bright future.

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