×   Hold On, Be Strong 2  Return of the “G” 3  Rosa Parks 4  Skew it on the Bar-B 5  Aquemini 6  Synthesizer 7  Slump 8  West Savannah 9  Da Art of Storytellin' (PT. 1) 10  Da Art of Storytellin' (Pt. 2) 11  Mamacita 12  SpottieOttieDopaliscious 13  Y'all Scared 14  Nathaniel 15  Liberation 16  Chonkyfire
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Aquemini is OutKast's third studio album, released on September 29, 1998. The album title represents Big Boi and André 3000's personalities by combining their Zodiac signs: Aquarius and Gemini.

Expanding on the outer space-inspired sounds of the duo’s previous record (ATLiens), Aquemini incorporates influences of 1970s funk, southern soul, gospel, country, psychedelic rock, and more. It explores various themes lyrically — including individuality, human nature, addiction, self-inflicted struggles, technology, and relationships — while blending together science fiction concepts and urban narratives.

This website was illustrated, designed, and coded by Marissa Hart for the BFA Communication Design Capstone in Illustration in Spring 2025, at WashU’s Sam Fox School of Design & Visual Arts.

Fonts used: Space Grotesk, Gil Modern & Tuppence.

Special thanks to my professor Shreyas R. Krishnan, TA Maddie Baker, and the illustration cohort for their support and advice throughout the semester!

TRACKLIST ALBUM CREDITS
  • [Intro: Nathaniel]

    Sh*t man

    N*gga gotta go on and god damn

    Get the sh*t straight when I god damn get out

    Well sh*t

    This what really goin down

    [Verse: Nathaniel]

    Whassup my n*gga another day the same sh*t

    Punk-ass C.O.'s on a n*gga dick

    Got me up at three o'clock cookin eggs n' grits

    I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the sh*t

    Tryin to hold a n*gga down in this country ass town

    I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds

    They got a n*gga on some "Sir, yessir, left right left"

    Throw me in the hole if my ass outta step

    They treat you like a motherf*ckin slave

    Dopefiends find Jesus, swear they saved

    N*ggas better get they game tight

    Cause these crackers tryin to take a n*gga life and they rights

    I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks

    They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books

    I hear so many lies it make me sick

    These n*ggas called ballers sellin dimes and nicks

    I can't wait til the day they let me go

    So I can eat some steak and shrimp

    Grab a mic, and bust a flow

    I'm Audi 5 n*gga lights out

    Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out

    I'm out man