Elementary

New Holmes. New Watson. New York.

Cast

• Jonny Lee Miller
• Lucy Liu
• Jon Michael Hill
• Aidan Quinn
• Dallas Roberts
• David Harbour
• Johnny Simmons
• Manny Perez
• Jennifer Ferrin
• Craig Bierko
• Yancey Arias
• Molly Price
• Jonathan Walker
• David Costabile
• Bill Heck
• Kristen Bush
• Casey Siemaszko
• Michael Countryman
• Ben Rappaport
• Luke Kirby
• Rosa Arredondo
• Craig Walker
• Erin Dilly

• Season 1
• Episode 1: Pilot
  Dr. Joan Watson: [about an observation Holmes made about her father] How did you know he had an affa...
• Episode 2: While You Were Sleeping
  [repeated line]::Sherlock Holmes: Attic theory....
• Episode 3: Child Predator
  Sherlock Holmes: [to Watson] For future reference, when I say "I agree with you", that means I'm not...
• Episode 4: The Rat Race
  Dr. Joan Watson: You speak Mandarin?::Sherlock Holmes: Not as well as I'd like. You?::Dr. Joan Watso...
• Episode 5: Lesser Evils
  RAT:16:9 HD...
• Episode 6: Flight Risk
  RAT:16:9 HD...
• Episode 7: One Way to Get Off
  RAT:16:9 HD...
• Episode 8: The Long Fuse
  USA:29 November 2012...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Elementary - 50 Cent
• Elementary - Boogie Down Productions
• Elementary - The Rocking Horse Winner
• Elementary - Rocking Horse Winner

f/ G-Unit, Scarlett
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, B
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] C, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett] Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary
[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50 Cent][Hook]
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying,
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It's elementary
[Lloyd Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks' in the house
[Lloyd Banks]
Now get the fuck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon' open
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ain't paying for pleasure
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo]
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid
[Hook]
[50 Cent]
The cat in the house go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet

Verse 1:
I hear the same old rhyme, the same old style
The same old runner has ran the mile
See, I don't know exactly what you know
But what I know is that stuff gotta go
Usually when I pick up the mic
Something ill jumps out my mouth for that night
I like to talk about fact not fiction
I got some fantasy rhymes but just listen
Everything I write is premeditated
Suckas wanna fake it, I just hate it
Bitin routines or sayin somethin kinda weak
My words are comprehended every time I speak
Or have spoken, no I'm not jokin
Please don't sleep, I hope you are awoken
Stop! Try this again, you had enough? Say when
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken
I get tipsy
But never in your life try to dis me
Cos I don't battle with rhymes, I battle with guns
Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly every one
If you take the first letter of what I just sung
You spell my name ";KRS-One";
It's elementary
Elementary
Verse 2:
DJ Scott LaRock and I: KRS-One
Our mother's first son and no, we'll never run
From complex situations like you T-O-Y-S's
Always talkin junk, yet in jail, you're rockin dresses
I have arrived for the purpose of joy
Unlike any ordinary Bronx b-boy
I will volunteer my services and launch an attack
On you fake educators with your yakety-yak
This is a fact, the teacher is here now in the flesh
Consistently hounded by you MC pests
If you really want to learn from me
Don't waste time in burnin me
Cos ignorance and inexperience does not concern me
I will emphasize so you will realize and come alive
Never close your eyes, never sleep or you might take a dive
Many people hate me, many people love me
Some are far below me
And you know there's some above me
But this, my hypothesis, to conclude the story
All you fake MC's on a mission, you bore me
I'm the Blastmaster KRS on the mic
Watchin all these females rock their pants too tight
Cos there's no other creative composition on display
That give a full analysis and rock this way
You will pay, eventually you all will decay
While the DJ Scott LaRock will continue to play
Cuttin records, drivin cars, and you'll know who we are
Make a mix just for kicks
And you'll be on our tip
And, oh yes, there's a highlight to the show, of course
You hear DJ Scott LaRock (Go off! Go off!)
(Scott La Rock) (Go off! Go off!) x8
Verse 3:
Boogie Down Productions, no reduction to its title
If you have a headache, toys, go and take a Midol
We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
You have arrived to make up for unemployment
You're on it only cos I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it
Quick, get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
Like a doctor here's my bill, I wrote it out with a Bic
Signed my name upon the bottle cos you know I just rocked em
But gettin into battles really isn't my thing
You're probably thinking these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't mention me
It's only elementary
Elementary
All it really is to me and Scott La Rock...is elementary
Elementary
Elementary

it starts with you because you say you're so easy to talk to
and if you want me then i'll run with every word,
and i'll race anything for you.
one plus one equals two buckets of rain pouring through the holes,
and draining me again.
still waiting to hear from you.
still wanting to be with you.
speak, the rhythm flows, breathe to keep me warm.
kissing me, with intentions for kissing you.
as i close my eyes and swim,
i can feel the sun burning through crystal clear.
it's almost been one year.
elementary steps can lead us to peace within the core of our hearts.
we met on a poor night,
you entangled me into your soft-spoken lines, responding with a stare.
i found no reason, tell me the reason for pushing you away.
three hours far behind.
champion summer.
see you again, when fire lights the charcoal sky

it starts with you because you say you're so easy to talk to
and if you want me then i'll run with every word,
and i'll race anything for you.
one plus one equals two buckets of rain pouring through the holes,
and draining me again.
still waiting to hear from you.
still wanting to be with you.
speak, the rhythm flows, breathe to keep me warm.
kissing me, with intentions for kissing you.
as i close my eyes and swim,
i can feel the sun burning through crystal clear.
it's almost been one year.
elementary steps can lead us to peace within the core of our hearts.
we met on a poor night,
you entangled me into your soft-spoken lines, responding with a stare.
i found no reason, tell me the reason for pushing you away.
three hours far behind.
champion summer.