You Only Live 2wice doesn't put Gibbs on a Makaveli cross, but does paint him as a Christ-like figure, resurrected and floating on the album cover's modern-Renaissance depiction of him. Whose sins he's ready to die for, he's not saying; he calls himself '20 Karat Jesus' on the crystal chandelier of a leadoff cut but focuses more on the actions ('Fresh up off the highway with that higher power how you want it') and the consequences ('Don't sleep, bags under my eyes is designer') than the casualties. Throughout the album, he's haunted by both the things that have and haven't happened to him, what he has and hasn't done, ruminating over a tight 32 minutes across eight tracks that feel haunted even at their hardest.

You could look at You Only Live 2wice as a transitional record—and many could see it that way dismissively, given its brief borderline-EP runtime—but whatever turning point this might be in Gibbs' career, it stands to reason that he'll still be making diamonds out of pressure.