| Artist | 311 |
| Song | Homebrew |
| Director | A. Artiaga/Dante Ariola/Jay Papke |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
311 perform "Homebrew" amid the rough surroundings of an abandoned house, with the band's aggressive delivery matched by quick cuts, handheld camerawork, and close-up shots of the musicians. The video also shifts to live footage from Atlanta's Masquerade Music Park, where the band plays to an energized festival crowd. The contrast between the derelict location and the packed concert captures 311's early identity: part underground rock crew, part increasingly ambitious touring act.
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Now I know, fools get their own when they chit chat Haven't heard yet but you can bet I'm not with that With that talk with the digi walk I stalk a bird you heard absurd word to the Fact I'm a cat nippin sippin on the flask Passin it talking shit but only if your ass In front of me cause you could run from me but In the end revenge send ends to the defendant I can't get get caught in the spiral cause every bit of energy It goes to my survival out my way I'm a flicka flacka blotter ya try to find a weakness But the shit keeps gettin harder ... |