I took the train from Union Station to China town
Walked into the old corner antique shop
When it comes to wasting time there’s no finer clown
Than me when it comes to buying unique props
I saw this ill lamp and asked the owner for the cost
He said that it was too special and wasn’t for sale
Now I admit when I walked in I was a bit sauced
Threw a Benny at him grabbed the piece then bailed

Walked home put it on my table and stared at the piece
Shit was dusty as hell so I started to rub
The base of the lamp kept rubbing and I didn’t cease
Till the lamp started rocking and knew what time it was
Smoke started bellowing pouring out the top
And this chick appeared ina bikni damn she was hot
I jumped back from the couch, blunt fell outta my mouth
Looked around and wow this mist fell over my house
I was speechless, miss bikini blew up my speakers
Shredded my Mets hat, and melted my sneakers
ground started shaking, thought I had had stroke
Minutes passed like hours, head aching but soon she spoke

Master I’m here to grant you your every wish
Making all your dreams true is my specialty
I’m a Jeanie from the bottle, I’m not a witch
Master you must now choose your destiny
You have three choices to make, please take your time
Think about what you want especially
You must be very specific with every rhyme
In order for me to grant them successfully

first Jeanie make me a famous artist on earth
In fact make me rich and famous and mad diverse
I want Commericals for hot products like Red and Meth
And Better yet, make me a dope actor like mos def
She blinked (boing sound) suddenly walls were covered with plaques
Gold one’s Plat ones, on the floor there were stacks
Of fan letters and packs of old 10 inches on wax
And closets staked 8 feet high with Jordan throwbacks
I reached into my pocket pulled out a big wad of cash
I decided might as well hit up the bars to get smashed
As I opened my door I could taste the kamikaze
Just then I noticed in my yard all the paparrazi
Cameras were flashing, mics being shoved in my mouth
Guys come on leave me be I just want outta my house
For a minute or two but the harder I fought them
The more aggressive they acted and darker they got then
one dude sucker punched me seemed like it was just for kicks
Blood poured out my mouth paps just kept snapping pics
They kept surrounding me each one more trying to provoke
Me into another star meltdown or TMZ joke
I was overwhelmed, I couldn’t move, fell short of breath
Full Panic attack engrossed me, making me fear death
Jeanie can you hear me, I need to make a revision
Maybe being a superstar was a poor decision


Master its completely your choice as you wish
Making all your dreams true is my specialty
Sometimes making the right choice can be a bitch
Master you must now choose your destiny
You have two choices to make, please take your time
Think about what you want especially
You must be very specific with every rhyme
In order for me to grant them successfully

Ok, Jeanie, Fame really was not what I want
Surrounded by fools who exploit me and trying to taunt
So how about just making me as rich as Bill Gates
No fame, just independently wealthy thats all it takes
She blinked again, and I was in a castle of gold
Butlers and playmate maids, this’ll never get old
80in plasmas in every last room
Private chefs cooking my meals, I’m a tycoon
Yo Geeves grab the phone call up all of my peeps
Tell them I’m throwing a party it will go on for weeks
2 hours later, there was a knock at my front door
I went to answer it and was greated by peeps ain’t never seen before
Geeves who are these people that are filling my house
Dancing and drinking all my liquor, Geeves I want them out
He said Master Troy, these are your other rich friends
Lawyers, Doctors, agents, and that one well it depends
She’s been eyeing you, I think she’s a ball players wife
Soon to be divorced, Geeves that ain’t my type
Where are my old friends like Clay, phil ,Miles or Steve
Master I’m afraid your wealth became out of their league
They don’t come by too often I think they feel you have changed
I started getting real sad as my butler explained
This was not what I wanted yo Jeanie you there
I want my last wish now I’ll get it perfect I swear.

Master its completely your choice as you wish
Making all your dreams true is my specialty
Sometimes making the right choice can be a bitch
Master you must now choose your destiny
You have one more choice to make, please take your time
Think about what you want especially
You must be very specific with every rhyme
In order for me to grant them successfully

I want my life like it was before I met you
I want my house and girl back, my mind-set too
I was happy with the modest life, before I could asker
She said Very well, wish granted, goodbye master

And there I was, back on my old ass couch with a broken remote in my hand that you have to hold a a perfect angle to change the channel. And my girl bitching at me to water the plants and vacuum