Nas hasn't sounded this good (or this gutter) since the '90s. On "Triple Beam Dreams," Nasty weaves a street tale about his younger days as a disillusioned youth dazed by the glamour of Scarface who tried to sell drugs, only to realize he wasn't built for the streets ("I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal"). This one 16 made it abundantly clear that Escobar season had returned.